#but most of the time if a guy approaches me *even if he explicitly mentions wanting to be friends* he makes at least one pass at me.

[wing-ed-thing]

Stay the Night (Smoker x Reader)

Synopsis: Smoker is surprisingly, bafflingly competent at taking care of you while you're drunk.

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags/Warnings: Alcohol, Intoxication, Alcohol Sickness, Vomiting, Fluff, No Reader Pronouns Explicitly Mentioned (Reader Wears Heels, Makeup, and a Wig), Language, Mildly Suggestive, Two Longtime Friends and Peers who are Clearly in Love with Each Other

Notes: I felt like Smoker was the kind of guy to reluctantly hold your hair back while you're throwing up.

Unlike the rest of his present company, Smoker usually avoided overindulging in elaborately planned social events, especially those with an open bar. It was best to stay out of the way. 

The Marines rarely allocated funds to such frivolous occasions, and so most officers and honored guests took it upon themselves to find the bottom of the generously offered bottomless champagne. While the hangovers were never worth it, that didn’t stop even the highest leadership from stumbling out of the ballroom doors with hair tousled and neckties hanging across their shoulders. 

Smoker preferred to sit at a table out of the way: a sanctuary among the chaos, away from the main path of foot traffic, with a clear view of the door. That’s where he nursed his single glass of whisky. If he were feeling especially celebratory, he would have two. 

You, on the other hand… were already standing on top of a table. Your stilettos were positioned on either side of the floral centerpiece in the middle, and the tiny point of your heels barely allowed you to balance as the bottle in your hands exploded in a loud, crisp pop. 

Smoker watched how the sea of Marines that gathered around you in disheveled formalwear cheered, and your hypnotized face admired the bubbles pouring from the bottle's neck. 

A group of newly trained officers jumped up and down together in time with the music on the opposite side of the circular table in celebration, knocking some tall glasses over onto the white cloth below. Smoker nearly leaped out of his chair as your knees began to buckle. But even despite your tiny shoes and even tinier dress, you managed to catch yourself. Your laughter resounded loudly among the voices around you.

Smoker heaved a deep sigh, sitting back down, swirling his drink with a flick of his wrist. 

He didn’t even need to see that stunt to predict what would come later that night. 

The streets were utterly empty. Aside from the glow of the street lamps, the only light that shone was from the venue as the staff hurried their clean up. Smoker strolled out of the double doors, tie loosened around his neck and suit jacket draped neatly over his arm.

He barely had to make it outside before he saw you. Hell, he’d be able to spot that glittery ass anywhere, even without your blinding choice of attire. 

You were bent over on your weak knees as you hurled your guts out into a bush. Smoker let out a low, resigned grumble, swiping a hand over his fatigued face as he approached you. You barely registered the large shadow that overtook you, let alone the hands that gingerly and neatly gathered your hair away from your face. 

You sputtered, coughing as a few tears streamed from your eyes. The insides of your cheeks were wet and bitter, and your throat burned. You spat onto the ground to get more foul-tasting mucus out of your mouth. 

You were a Marine, dammit, and a few too many took you out quicker than any pirate ever did. 

“Koby?” you whined. Tears continued to stream from your eyes at the pressure in your sinuses. You spat again. God, something was in your nose.

“Sorry to disappoint, Lieutenant Commander,” Smoker gruffed from where he squatted next to you. 

“Don’t call me that,” you whimpered, not wanting to be reminded of your rank during such a state of weakness. Your stomach convulsed, causing your sickness to start again. Smoker’s gaze drifted to the still street like another weekday night. “I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Mh-hmm” was about the only noise you got out of Smoker. He sat patiently and wordless, not one to croon words of assurance at you as you paid for your night of over-indulgence. But for his silence, he continued to pull your hair back, meticulously smoothing the bundle back as best as he could so as not to knot or tug at your stands. 

In a moment of relief, you finally turned over to sit on the curb. Despite the extra alcohol emptied from your stomach, you were far from sober. Smoker knelt on one knee in front of you. You could hardly get his face to focus, let alone register the warm jacket he hung across your shoulders. 

He took the pocket square from the left breast pocket and unfurled it with a snap of his wrist. Smoker swiped the fabric over your mouth, clearing away saliva and slime. The backs of your fingers knocked against his wrist belatedly as you shook your head.

“‘M gonna fuck up your hankie, Smokey,” you sighed, even though he had already wiped your mouth. He shoved the square roughly into his pocket, paying no mind to you as he heaved you onto your feet. “‘M alright. I can make it home.”

“Like hell, you can.” You stumbled as you tried to step forward, but Smoker caught you around the waist. “These, too. You know the whole street’s cobblestone, right?.” His movements felt incredibly fast to you as he bent down again to slide your shoes off, and with two large fingers hooked around the pinch of your stilettos, Smoker moved to throw you over his shoulder. 

“Whoa, whoa, wait…” Your hand flew over your mouth, and the other splayed across Smoker’s right shoulder. He held you at length, studying your face and movements carefully. 

“What’s goin’ on?”

You shook your head in small but rapid swivels.

“Can’t do that.” You heaved a deep breath, slowly removing your hand from your mouth. 

Smoker grumbled a hum of acknowledgment, pulling his jacket closed over your chest before shepherding you down the street toward your apartment. 

You barely remembered the walk, although you were sure your drunken meandering was more than a test of Smoker’s patience. Even so, he hardly said a word, only breaking his silence to ask you where your keys were when you reached your doorstep. 

They were in your clutch, which Smoker was holding with your shoes, of course. 

As soon as the door opened, you nearly collapsed into your apartment. With Smoker's help, you fell neatly onto the couch by the entrance. He slipped off his boots— no matter how formal the event, Smoker was wearing his combat boots— and disappeared somewhere into your apartment. 

You didn’t even care. Your head was so heavy that all you wanted to do was sleep as you slowly sank into your couch cushions. 

“Sit back up.” You heard Smoker call sternly from the other room. You didn’t think you could obey him if you wanted to. 

In a second, you were being repositioned. The light from the lamp in the corner of the room was sobering and borderline upsetting, but it allowed you to see the small trashcan Smoker brought for you on the floor to your right and the bottle of make-up remover on the coffee table in front of you. Smoker sat beside you, tilting your chin to delicately rub your make-up away with a prepped, textured cotton pad. 

It caught you off guard, to say the least. Even in your drunken haze, Smoker still didn’t seem like the type to have patience for tender acts of service. Hell, you didn’t even know he knew what make-up remover looked like. 

But despite your judgments, Smoker sat on the couch next to you, one elbow resting against the back cushion as he held your chin while his other hand swiped away your perfect contour. 

“Who taught you this?” you giggled. Smoker, make sure to get the creases around your nose. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “Where do you want your lashes?”

“What?—” 

Smoker had already pulled your left eyelash off, the entire strip. 

“I’ll put ‘em back in the book I saw.” Before you could protest, Smoker had already pulled off your right lash. He stood quickly, stuffing the solution-soaked pad into your hand as he pivoted to carry your lashes to the other room. “Work on the rest of the glue.”

He turned back to you slightly, leaning over you just a bit to grasp your wrist and manipulate your hand to move in a circular motion on your face before you slapped him away. Smoker disappeared once again into your apartment. 

You finally noticed the plastic cup of water on your coffee table and mustered up the energy to take it. The outside was wet with condensation. It was cold. You couldn’t remember the last time you drank water. 

“What do you wanna do with your unit?” Smoker appeared from around the corner again; some linens balled in a wad under his arm. He held a pillow in his opposite grip as if he were holding a stray dog by the scruff. 

His white collared shirt had been pulled from the waistband of his dress pants sometime during the night. The black tie that was already draped over his shoulders drooped to one side, making one side longer than the other. The first three buttons of his shirt sat on his chest untethered. A dampened towel rested over his shoulder.

You blinked at him between sips of water. Your stomach was handling rehydration so far, but you were about to push it.

“You’re not touching my hair, Smokey.”

“Though I’d offer.” He set the pillow down to take the towel off his shoulder. Smoker wadded it in a ball before throwing it your way. You somehow still had the dexterity to catch it out of the air. A generous amount of adhesive remover had already been applied to it. 

Smoker pulled the coffee table out of the way, and as you stared at the towel he threw to you, Smoker began arranging blankets and pillows around you. You supposed he was trying to get you to sleep somewhere you could sit up. He draped a fuzzy throw blanket on your lap and moved two large decorative pillows to your right and left.

As your eyes moved from the remover-soaked towel to Smoker and back, you couldn’t help but laugh. The sensation moved through you before tearing out of your chest. Unrestrained by the liquor, it probably came out louder and more shrill than it would have usually, but if Smoker had any comments, he kept them to himself. 

He knelt before you, both his wrists resting on his bent knee. He shook his head as if regretting the question he was about to ask in advance.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

You swayed forward, racked with trembles, as you continued to laugh. The back of your heels knocked against the bottom of the couch. Smoker didn’t move, even as your face inched gradually towards his. Your cheek settled into your palm, allowing you to sit folded over to meet his eye. He waited as your laughter gradually subsided.

“What are you doing here, Smoker?” 

He stared directly into your irises, and you didn’t know if his expressionlessness or the intensity of his gaze made your smug smile waver. Intending to tease him, Smoker didn’t humor you with an expression. Nothing you had done that night—nor anything you would do—could sober you up faster than the sharp and sudden twinge in your chest that came with simply meeting Smoker’s dark brown eyes. 

What the hell?

“Your girlfriend’ll be pissed.” You sharply recoiled, kicking your legs over Smoker’s bent knee to swiftly stand. You made a beeline deeper into the apartment. 

Smoker only wavered a moment, his eyebrows creasing for a second in confusion before he stood and followed you.

“What girlfriend?” he shouted. He nearly ran into you as you closed a small cabinet by the bathroom. The side of your lip drooped downward in an acute pout. Smoker, never one to enjoy feeling left out of the loop, hovered over you expectantly. You entered the bathroom without a second thought. Smoker found himself in the doorway.

“Weren’t you with that…” You snapped your fingers as you tried to recall her name. You didn’t have to wait.

“Six months ago… and we only went on a few dates,” Smoker defended, although he wasn’t quite sure why he felt the need to defend himself to you in the first place. The two of you had known each other for longer than he recalled knowing anyone else, and more prominently, the two of you were peers. Why should it matter if he took some petty officer out for a few drinks a few months back? His eyes narrowed at the back of your head. “Why?”

You shrugged. You seemed far less worried about the whole thing; your face practically pressed against the mirror to remove the remaining patches of product Smoker missed. He did a more than adequate job. He hardly missed anything regarding your makeup, but the pointed glance you stole in the mirror escaped him. 

“Now I know I’m pretty wasted—” You met his gaze through the mirror. You cocked your head, and your hands gripped the side of the sink in pure bafflement. “But you said ‘lash book’—?”

“Got it. Got it.” Smoker crossed his arms as he tore his attention away. Steam filled the air. He hardly noticed the shower running, and he most definitely didn’t realize that you were standing in front of him, presenting your back, until you started speaking again.

“So, you’re just kind of a—" You glanced over your shoulder at him, and for as off as your judgment was, you knew you probably shouldn’t finish your sentence—even if his reaction would have been hilarious. You turned back around. “Get my dress for me?”  

You could have noticed Smoker’s single beat of hesitation if you were any less intoxicated. But for yet another instance that night, Smoker went quiet as he slowly tugged down the back zipper of your dress. The invisible zipper was thin and difficult to grip, but it slid down your spine like butter regardless, revealing the soft skin underneath.

“I have a pair of your shorts in the bottom left drawer of my dresser. The couch is yours.” You pivoted again on your heel, one hand holding your dress up on your chest and the other pushing Smoker back through the doorway. “Now get out.” 

You shut the door. Smoker sighed and resigned himself to rifle through your dresser, wondering why he had clothes at your place at all. 

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Notes: Based off my personal headcanon that Smoker has a surprisingly extensive dating history and an equally surprising library of knowledge about girly stuff because he's an extremely involved boyfriend. I'd say most of his previous relationships had amicable break ups. Reader was also going to say "so you're kind of a whore" but decided against it.

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Shut Up and Drive (Chapter 6)

Roy Kent x F1 Driver!Reader

4.9k words

Warnings: Language, mean & jealous Roy (in a good way), evil ex-boyfriend, rough sex, Roy feeling angsty, fingering, some cum play, hickies, Roy being kind of a dom

@agentstarkid brain rot, brain rot, brain rot

A/N: Y'all this has to be THE horniest writing I have ever done 😭

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“Hey Roy, you going to Belgium?”

Roy furrowed his brows at Isaac as the captain, Jamie, and Sam all looked at him expectantly “Belgium?” he repeated.

Sam nodded. “For the race,” he added, as if Roy should know exactly what he was talking about.

The manager’s deepening frown told the boys that he did not.

Jamie sighed impatiently. “Your girlfriend, Grandad. We’re going to go watch her. She was telling us all about it in Leeds, and then when she was in Richmond, she gave Keeley the tickets and stuff to give Isaac. You’re going, aren’t ya?”

Belgium. Roy’s stomach sank a little as the guys began chattering about their plans, how excited they were to watch the race, the parties they’d been promised. He knew you had another race coming up, but you hadn’t mentioned a word of it to him. Of course, if you’d asked, he’d have gone. The Greyhounds had a bye that weekend, meaning he was completely free to go, to root for you, to share another bottle of scotch in some extravagant hotel suite. It would make sense for you to ask him to go; after all, he was clearly interested in racing, and, more importantly, he was clearly more interested in you. He’d tried not to read too much into the lack of invitation; but fuck, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping for a simple hey, come meet me in Belgium during one of the many texts you’d sent him.

And now, hearing that you’d explicitly excited his team… well fuck.

“Come with us, Roy,” Isaac insisted.

He cleared his throat, desperately trying to play it off. “Dunno. Probably got Phoebe, need to catch up on shit at home-”

Another sigh from Jamie. “Come on, Coach. Just admit you want to see your girlfriend and fuckin’ come with us!”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Roy hadn’t meant for it to come off as a harsh growl, but that’s definitely what came out of his mouth. “Once again, we barely fucking know each other.”

The smirk on Jamie’s face was nothing short of punchable. “Then why d’you text her all the damn time?”

“Do not,” Roy lied.

Of all the players, Sam was one of the last Roy would’ve expected to tease him. “You’re blushing, Roy.”

He rolled his eyes, dying to get out of this conversation. “If I agree to come,” he mumbled. “Will you all shut the fuck up?

The three players looked at each other before breaking into a trio of mischievous grins.

Finally, Isaac opened his mouth. “No promises.”

~

Roy Kent looked good.

Who were you kidding? Roy Kent always looked good. Your mouth was practically watering as you watched him chat with the Greyhounds he stood with in the garage, rolling his eyes at something one of them said.

So, you hadn’t actually invited Roy to come to your race, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping he’d be there. After all, when you’d sent Keeley the tickets for the boys, you’d included an extra one, encouraging Isaac to invite “whoever”. Knowing Jamie had been teasing Roy about you, you knew exactly who they’d be bringing.

Watching his eyes dart around, obviously looking for you, you couldn’t resist the urge to go over and say hi. The two of you had fallen asleep on the phone a couple more times since that phone call, there’d been lots of texts sent back and forth, and Roy was even figuring out how to send selfies. And now he was here, in Belgium, surprising you. Tearing down that wall you’d built around your heart, brick by brick.

Feeling a bit like a teenage girl approaching the most popular boy in school, you turned around, so Roy wouldn’t see the way you tightened the knot of your half-down racing suit and lifted your shirt a smidge to give that little peek of skin. After giving your hair a quick touch, you turned around, ready to put on that confident smirk and go say-

“Hey there.”

Your face completely fell at the sight of that horribly gorgeous smile. “Ian,” you murmured, taking a step back, away from your ex-boyfriend, who you were sure hadn’t been in a paddock in about a year, let alone less than a foot away from you like he was now. “What’re you doing here?”

His smile widened, planting a knot in your stomach. “Here to see you, of course.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flickered over his shoulder, where you could see Roy beginning to turn his head a bit more obviously, growing anxious to see you already. “Well, thanks.”

Thankfully, one of your engineers, familiar with the panicked look that Ian Novak’s beautiful face often inspired, hustled over with some excuse to get you away from the model. As you let yourself be led away, you turned your gaze, finally locking eyes with Roy Kent. The corner of his perfect mouth ticked upwards as he offered a small nod in greeting, eyebrows raised playfully. Normally, the sight would have you pressing your thighs together and thinking of all the sinful things you wanted to do with him. Instead, you looked away from those brown eyes as quickly as you could.

Fuck. Roy Kent could hurt you, couldn’t he? If Ian Novak, devilish man he was, could manage to make you feel adored and comfortable enough that the heartbreak he gifted you was the most devastating pain you could imagine, what was Roy Kent, with his soft brown eyes and half smiles and hands that both excited and cherished you, capable of? How shattered would you be if he decided he was done with you?

Maybe you didn’t want to find out.

~

For the millionth time that weekend, Roy wondered what he’d done wrong. All he’d received from you was a quick hello when the guys insisted on going to say hey to you. No flirting. No bedroom eyes. No electric touches. And definitely no teasing implications about ending up in bed together.

Not exactly what he’d expected.

He kept trying to catch your eye when the two of you were in the same room, but you kept looking away every time he succeeded. This wasn’t the behavior of someone excited to see him, and especially not the behavior of someone looking forward to sleeping with him.

As he lost track of his beers and contemplated leaving the party being held to celebrate your win, he saw Jamie perk up, his eyes flickering between Roy and somewhere behind him. Before Jamie could give him a warning, Roy turned around.

It was like someone’d punched him and knocked the fucking wind out of him. There you were, stunning in a Ferrari-red dress and matching lipstick, looking up at some disgustingly pretty man, who gazed at you like, well, like how Roy looked at you. He turned back to Jamie, immediately hating the pitiful look on the striker’s face.

“That’s her ex-boyfriend,” Jamie murmured, taking a sip of his own beer. “Model.”

“The one that fucking cheated on her?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “For ‘barely know each other’ you sure know a good bit about her, Roy. Maybe-”

Roy scowled. “Keeley talks too much,” he mumbled before taking a long swig of his beer. He looked over his shoulder again; that man’s hand was on your lower back, where Roy’s hand should have been. “Looks like a prick,” he huffed.

“Oh, he definitely is,” Jamie agreed. “And that’s me saying that. Not sure why she’d give him the time of day.” He punched Roy’s arm playfully. “Especially with Roy Kent in the room.”

After rolling his eyes at Jamie’s compliment, Roy nodded towards the door that led to the hallway connecting the venue to the rest of the hotel. “Going to get some air,” he muttered, ignoring the protests of his players.

Because he was so busy skulking off, Roy missed watching you with your ex.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, shoving Ian’s hand off of your waist. “In case you’ve forgotten, we broke up, remember?”

His lopsided smile was too familiar. “Just congratulating you on a job well done. You were great today, babe.”

Babe. When Roy Kent called you that, it’d made your heart- and something else- flutter. But when Ian Novak called you that, it made your blood run cold. You reached out and pushed him further away.

“I’m not your babe.”

Slipping away from the embrace he tried, you briskly left the party venue, eyes stinging as you made your way to the deserted hallway. Who cared if you’d won and were the guest of honor? All you wanted was to get up to your room, get out of this dress, put on-

Roy’s eyes locked onto yours. He was in that same hallway, leaning against a wall and looking like the dictionary definition of melancholy. His stupid old heart nearly stopped at the sight of you, then twisted when he saw all the hurt your eyes carried. He pushed himself up off the wall as you got closer, your hands fidgeting; he wasn’t used to seeing you so… gloomy.

“’s wrong with you?” he muttered once you were standing in front of him. “Boyfriend problems?”

Your frown deepened. “Boyfriend…?” It dawned on you. “Oh, fuck. Ian.”

Roy nodded, his eyes practically made of steel. “Yeah. Ian,” he spat. “What, you get sick of him already?” He knew he sounded jealous and resentful, two things he wasn’t sure he had the right to be. But he didn’t care; not when he’d come all this way just to see you with some other prick.

“Listen,” you sighed. “Roy-”

He shook his head, not caring if you saw the hurt and anger in his eyes. “No. It’s fine. I fucking get it.” He gulped. “He’s a model. His knees probably fucking work. Probably even knows how to smile.” He cleared his throat. “Stupid, coming to fucking Belgium,” he mumbled. “You didn’t even fucking want me here.”

“I did,” you yelped, probably quicker and louder than you should have. “I mean, I do. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Funny way of showing it,” he grunted, not letting you see the way your words had his heart hammering. No, Roy was still pissed. “Ignoring me all fucking weekend.”

You nodded, face aflame. “Yeah. No, that’s true.” You took a tentative step towards Roy. “But I’m glad you’re here. Really glad,” you insisted as you pressed your body to his, eyebrows raised meaningfully.

“Yeah. Well.” He averted his gaze, knowing that the familiar look in your eye would have him dropping this little resentment.

“Roy,” you cooed, letting your hands wander up his chest, not caring if someone walked by and saw you embracing the brooding manager. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

Oof. Apparently that was not the thing to say based on the fiery look in his eye. But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you, especially when he reached up to grab your jaw.

“Jealous?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You think I’m jealous?”

You gulped. Actually fucking gulped. And that little movement had Roy’s scowl replaced with the sexiest smirk you’d ever seen. His grip was firm; not painful, but definitely strong. For the number of times you’d hooked up, you’d never seen his eyes so dark, filled with a mixture of irritation and lust. It had you rubbing your thighs together, not caring if Roy noticed.

And Roy definitely noticed.

His eyes flickered over your shoulder for a brief moment before settling on your parted lips.

“Let’s go.”

Keeping his grip on your jaw, he pushed you backwards, opening a door behind you and guiding you into a deserted women’s bathroom. He quickly locked the door and moved a vanity chair under the handle, clearly planning on being in here for a while. Once privacy was secured, his eyes were on you again.

“Jealous,” he repeated, a scoff now. “Fucking jealous.”

He walked you back until your ass hit the row of sinks, the cold stone penetrating through your tight dress. His hands found the spot on your upper thigh where dress met bare skin, his fingers dipping just under the soft material to grip your flesh roughly, tugging the hem of your dress up around your hips.

Instinctively, you threw your head back at his touch, feeling electricity follow his fingertips as they brushed over your skin. Roy’s hand immediately was on your jaw again, tugging you to face him.

“Watch,” he demanded in a low voice.

With a whimper that was more from arousal than anything else, you obeyed. You watched as he brought his hands over your hips and slowly rolled down your panties, letting them drop in a little pool of lace around your ankles. He placed one hand on your hip with a bruising grip as the other hand came to your already drenched pussy. When one finger traced your slit, you had to use all your concentration to keep yourself from throwing your head back in pleasure.

“So fucking wet,” Roy groaned, adding another finger as he slowly caressed your soaking lips. “Who’s that for? Your pretty boy ex?”

Not caring about looking desperate, you frantically shook your head. “You, Roy,” you murmured, your voice breathy. “All for you.” You leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss, to assure him with your mouth that he was all you wanted, but he shook his head.

“Thought I told you to watch.”

No man had ever spoken to you this way. Most guys tried so hard to be smooth, or romantic, or cool. No one had ever been so possessive, so jealous. No one had ever stared at you with such an intensity. And no man had ever turned you on so fucking much.

Obediently, you tilted your head back down to watch as Roy slipped those two fingers inside you, setting a rough, mean pace that already had you gripping the sinks so hard your knuckles turned white. His thumb began stroking harsh circles on your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

“You better keep fucking watching,” he grumbled before his mouth attached to your neck, kissing with more tongue than lip, leaving a slobbery path over your skin.

Even with his eyes off of your face, you did as you were told. You watched those two firm fingers pump in and out of you, curling upwards in that way Roy did that had you squirming in your now wobbling high heels. The only thing keeping you upright was this sink and Roy’s harsh grip.

Roy grunted when he hit a particularly deep spot and felt you clench around his fingers. “You really hurt my fucking feelings,” he growled against your neck, giving a soft bite to the sensitive skin. “Ignoring me while you paraded around in that little fucking racing suit. Looking like a fucking goddess.” His thumb pressed down on your clit, provoking a sharp whine from you. “Like my fucking Empress.”

“Yours, Roy,” you groaned as your hips stuttered against his hand, your climax rapidly approaching. “All fucking yours.”

And you meant it. You really fucking meant it.

“Damn right you’re mine,” he grunted, adding a third finger to your sopping cunt. “And I want to feel you come just for me.”

Apparently, his wish was your command.

Something deep within you snapped, and you felt yourself tighten around his fingers, so tight that his third finger slipped out. But he kept fucking you with his fingers relentlessly, finally moving his mouth to yours to swallow your lewd moans as you soaked his fingers with your release.

“Good fucking girl,” he mumbled against your mouth as your vision went blurry; the only thing you could focus on was the trembling pleasure Roy gave you. “His fingers ever make you come like this?”

Your orgasm rendered your speechless, so all you could do was give a little shake of your head, desperate not to lose the feeling of Roy’s lips against yours. His pumps slowed as you came down from your high; you let go of the sink and gripped his arms, needing some help with standing.

But Roy didn’t want you to stand.

“Turn around,” he growled, pulling his soaked fingers out of you. “Unless you’re fucking done with me? Hmm? Got what you wanted from me, yeah? Ready to go back to your little party and ignore me some more?”

You bit your lip as your eyes travelled down to the extremely noticeable bulge in his pants. When you looked back at his face, it was dark with desire.

“Need you,” you managed to croak out.

That was good enough for him. Not caring if he got your juices on your dress, he grabbed your hips and spun you around, pushing you down over the sink. Instinctively, you spread your legs, listening for the delicious sound of his zipper coming undone. Your entire body vibrated with pleasure as you felt his tip, already dripping with precum, press against your soaked core.

Roy brought his hand- the one soaked from your orgasm- to your face. “Open,” he demanded. When you opened your mouth, he stuck his two drenched fingers inside. “Don’t want anyone else hearing your pretty fucking sounds. Those are just for me, aren’t they?”

You nodded, moaning around his gorgeous fingers as you tasted your pleasure on him. Fuck, no wonder he was addicted to making you come, some dirty part of you thought. You were delicious.

Satisfied with the view before him, Roy slowly buried himself inside your soaked cunt with ease, his eyes staring into yours through the mirror with that same mix of lust and possessiveness.

“There she is,” he sighed as he set a harsh pace, his free hand on your back to keep you bent over for him. “My fucking Empress. Feel so fucking good. Just for me.”

A muffled “Mmm hmm” around his fingers was all you could manage as you bucked your hips back against him, drooling at the feeling of his hot skin against your bare ass. His cock felt perfect inside you, twitching and throbbing against your already spasming walls.

Eyes still on yours in the mirror, he lowered his mouth to your bare upper back and began leaving rough kisses all over your skin, sloppy and reckless, until those kisses became bites. Roy started sucking at the soft skin as he thrust into your slowly bruising sex over and over again, moaning against your back. When you clenched around him particularly tight, his tongue left a slow, deliberate trail across your skin, sending shivers down the spine he still had his hand on.

He groaned and gave a particularly stuttering jerk into you. “Should I mark you up?” he teased. “Show everyone who you belong to?” Using the fingers in your mouth as leverage, he made you nod slowly, as though you were his little toy. “Well, if you insist.” Rolling his hips harder, deeper, Roy returned to your back, sucking hard enough to make you whimper against the pads of his fingers. But the way you rocked into him assured him you liked it.

“Fucking look at you,” he moaned, giving you a bit of that hip action that had you seeing stars. “You ever been fucked like this, gorgeous girl? Bent over in a fucking bathroom, fingers in your mouth?” He brought his lips to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. “Bet no pretty boy’s ever done this.” He started sucking on the spot behind your ear, that perfect little spot that had you mewling as you spasmed against him.

He slowly inched his fingers further into your mouth, prompting you to suck them with the same enthusiasm you would his cock. The sensation had him twitching inside you, desperate to paint your walls.

“You look so fucking perfect,” he muttered as he returned his mouth to your slowly purpling back, adding more beautiful little dark spots wherever he could reach. “My dirty Empress.” He licked over a bite mark he’d left, one he hoped you’d have for days. “You want to come for me, gorgeous?”

Your desperate nod had him groaning. He’d never seen anyone look so fucking desperate, needy, hungry for him. After being ignored by you all weekend, to have you bent over in a public bathroom, panties on the floor, mouth full of his fingers, all of it was driving him mad. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, but he knew he needed to let you come first.

He needed to remind you about how he could make you feel.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, drooling a bit when he heard the little whine that escaped your now empty mouth. The hand on your hip came up to your beautiful neck, urging you to stand up with your back to his heaving chest.

When you wobbled, he tightened his grip, just enough to hold you steady. “I’ve got you,” he promised, planting a tender kiss to your neck. “’ve always got you.”

Roy brought those fingers- now sodden from both your cunt and mouth- to your pulsing clit, rubbing firm circles over the bundle of nerves.

“Roy,” you whimpered, gripping his arms with your trembling hands. “Please.”

He smiled, a real smile for the first time all weekend, as his cock continued to bruise your cunt. “Would you look at that,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “My Empress remembered her manners.” He pumped his cock as deep as he could, over and over, desperate to hit that one perfect little spot that would- “Oh, there she is.”

He watched with lewd pride as you fell apart in front of him, mouth open in a silent scream. Your whole body was drenched in sweat as you trembled, your knees buckling beneath you; the only thing keeping you upright was Roy. As your body quivered with pleasure, you slouched back over the sink, wondering vaguely how you were going to walk in the morning, let alone in the next few minutes.

“Such a good girl,” Roy cooed, his voice thick with a beautiful mix of mocking and adoration. “Now tell me what else you want.”

“Your cum,” was your automatic answer as your fingers traced over the cool faucet. “Please,” you begged, probably for the first time in your life. “Please fucking come for me.”

Roy’s devilish smile widened, setting your whole body on fire. “If my Empress insists.”

Whit his hands back on your hips, his thrusts became sloppy, no longer about making you feel good- although, the overstimulation did have your eyes rolling back. He gave a few harsh, bruising drives before you felt him fill you up with that delicious release; fuck, how you wished you could taste it. Pump after pump until you could feel it begin to leak down your thighs. You shivered when you felt Roy glide a single finger over your sticky thigh and bring a cum-covered finger to your lips.

“Taste.”

He didn’t need to order you; you would have automatically stuck out your tongue to get a taste of that tangy stickiness that now coated your throbbing pussy.

The room was filled with ragged breathing as he finally pulled out of you, still keeping a firm grip on you to keep you from falling.

Finally, you smirked at him through the mirror- or at least, as much of a smirk as you could manage.

“Fuck,” you gasped, brushing your wild hair out of your face. “I’m really supposed to go back to the party like this?”

Roy’s dark chuckle had your heart racing. “Party?” he scoffed. “Oh no, baby. I’m not fucking done with you.”

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[hyuckbeam]

hit or miss

you’re given a bet by your own best friend to finally earn you some kissing experience at the ripe age of 18, but what if he’s the one you’ve been wanting to kiss all along?

pairing | bff!haechan x reader

genre | fluff, just a bit of angst

warnings | y/n uses she/her pronouns, both y/n and hyuck are dumdums! kind of slow burn, curse words are explicitly mentioned, cousin!winter, i think that’s all but lmk if i missed anything!

wc | 4.3k words

note | this is pretty inspired by the webtoon “the kiss bet” because i currently have a hyper fixation on it and i absolutely love all the characters ;0; this is also way longer than intended but anyways,, i hope u enjoy! all rbs and likes are appreciated, thank you <3

D-15.

“in three, two, one, happy birthday, y/n!” your best friend, haechan announces aloud for everyone in your apartment complex to hear at 12 in the morning.

“come on! make a wish before the candles blow out!” winter, your cousin, urges you with a big smile on her face.

having just finished your night time routine and prepared yourself for a night's worth of sleep, you were rather shocked to see them with one of those trendy bento cakes and rainbow colored party hats adorning their heads.

despite your confusion, you walk up towards them with a grateful smile resting upon your lips. “seriously, when did you guys plan this?”

“oh, it was all my- ow, hey!” haechan gets cut off midway through his statement because of a nudge from winter’s elbow.

“what he was trying to say was it was all my doing. you’re welcome bubs!” your cousin beams, eyes creasing into crescents. “though i’d wish you’d hurry up. this cake isn’t holding itself up for you, y’know?” she adds on rather playfully but you can tell she truly meant it.

gathering a deep breath, you blow out the candles and cheers erupt from the people you deem closest to you. winter then sets down the cake on your coffee table in relief as your best friend slings his arm over your shoulder.

“sooo y/n, got anything planned for the year? a small resolution or something like that, i don’t know.” he rambles off, suggesting the idea of having a goal to work towards now that you were deemed an adult (though, haechan kept referring to this as the year that marks your jail-ability era).

you feel a little tingly from his touch, even when you know the two of you are just friends and nothing more. what you’re feeling is probably just a phase. it’ll go away.

“i’m not really sure, got any ideas for me?” you ask the two instead, eyeing them both in a back and forth motion.

“we can always work on that dating experience of yours- last i remember, it was up to the high number count of… zero.” your cousin chips in from the side as she slices the cake for the three of you to share, her tone sarcastic while she teases you.

it’s true, you didn’t have a lot (re: any) of experience in the dating sector, but perhaps that could change starting this year. “that… might not be such a bad idea.”

haechan’s interest seems to have been piqued — he’s making that look. that specific expression where the corners of his lips turn upwards, a brow raised, and that glint in his eye. oh, you know it all too well.

“come on.” you urge the boy. “start sharing your idea. i can practically see your mind ready to explode.”

“well, since you’ve asked me ever so kindly. how ‘bout a bet?” he starts, taking a few steps towards you with that cocky expression of his. “i bet you 10 dollars to kiss someone in two months. not that hard, right?”

“what- you want me to kiss some random person for 10 bucks?” you gawk out in surprise.

he only shakes his head, “i never said it needed to be a stranger. just, someone in general.”

you processed the idea thoroughly, running all sorts of possible scenarios in your head. wouldn’t it be much easier to kiss… haechan himself? that just seemed like the most plausible approach for you.

he wasn't a stranger — the furthest from one. you were comfortable with him. the kiss didn’t have to mean anything (though it might mean a tiny bit more to you), and in addition, you’d be making some cash.

everything seemed to check out. the only problem was that you had to ask him to kiss you. still, surely this was better than any other alternative, right?

“i’ll do it but… can’t i just kiss you and get it over with?” you finally voice out your thoughts, pretending to make your question sound playful in case the request backfires on you.

“you’re my best friend, that’s a little odd, don’t you think so?” haechan replies in the same tone, lightly ruffling your hair before going over to retrieve a slice of cake from winter.

ouch. way to have your first bit of “dating experience” be your best friend… friend zoning you. what a lovely start to your 18th birthday.

D-13.

a few days had passed since the bet you made with haechan had been established, but not one ounce of progress had been made.

to be fair, how were you supposed to kiss someone else when all you’ve ever wanted was for that kiss to be with your best friend? that’s tough luck.

you attending classes today doesn’t really help with your thoughts either, especially when both haechan and winter had been asking about said progress one after the other.

you’d be lying if they weren’t starting to give you a headache.

as if on cue, winter approaches you, some lecture books in hand and her bag slung on her shoulder. “y/n! how’s your progress?” here we go again.

“just as i told you yesterday, nothing yet.” you reply with a small sigh.

winter senses the frustration behind your words, encouraging her to suggest ideas to help you. “how about finding someone you like? it might make it easier for you know… to kiss them.”

“i don’t think that’s still a good- actually, you might just be onto something, minjeong.” your gears start to churn in your mind. in order to wash haechan off your mind, you might as well find someone else and maybe get an actual relationship out of it.

the idea was just perfect for you.

“have i ever told you how much i love you? i gotta go but i’ll see you after class, winter!” you excitedly bid her a goodbye, rushing to your classroom so you could better plan out your new gameplan.

though the most ideal situation was long gone, you now had a back up plan and you weren’t going to back down so easily from the bet.

you were now busily scribbling on your notepad, forgetting that a new student was to transfer into your class today. the teacher calls upon your attention and as you look up, your eyes land on a boy with great resemblance to a cute bunny.

apparently he’s the new transfer student.

the teacher gives him a moment to introduce himself. “hello everyone, my name is na jaemin. i hope we all get along!” so that’s his name, you thought to yourself.

surprisingly, he was told to take the seat in front of yours, offering you a small smile and a curt wave, one that you gladly return, before he takes his seat.

actually, maybe you really could forget haechan for just a teensy bit.

D-6.

a week goes by without haechan seeing you once. an entire week. was he always this eager to see you? to bask in the warm sight that is you? he thinks he must be going crazy.

the only time he ever gets updates about you is through winter which aren’t much to go on. he does remember a key detail she mentioned previously about how you’ve been spending time with that new student, jaemin.

what was so special about him anyways? well, he was surely going to find out soon.

as the bell rings to signal the start of recess, he dashes out of his classroom, taking big steps towards yours.

there, haechan finds you in his seat and he’s about to approach you until he sees you’re in the middle of a conversation with the one and only, na jaemin.

“this is how you do this, right?” jaemin asks you, directing your sight to a piece of paper that has a bunch of math formulas written on it.

“yeah! i’m surprised you got that rather quickly.” you compliment the boy in front of you with a small laugh.

your thoughts on jaemin have changed drastically since the first time you met him. he’s a sweet boy, someone you could never take advantage of. it just felt wrong to you so you just dropped your entire plan as a whole.

it was alright to lose the bet. at least you kind of made a new friend out of it, right? you smile to yourself at that thought.

to haechan, however, your smile is so bright in jaemin’s presence, it’s practically blinding everyone in sight. have you ever smiled at him like that? wait- why does that matter?

he doesn’t like you, no way.

you’re best friends, yeah. his love for you is as platonic as can be — at least that’s what he tells himself.

for someone as bold as haechan, he can’t seem to find the confidence in him to walk towards your table and steal your attention. instead, he steps out of the classroom, unnoticed by you.

D-5.

“JAEMIN DID WHAT!?” haechan yells into his phone, winter being on the receiving end of the call.

the girl tuts, “scream one more time and i’m hanging up on you. and yes, i heard he confessed to y/n. i don’t think she gave him an answer though.”

“sorry, look, i was just really surprised.” a deep sigh comes out from haechan before the call goes silent. he takes the time to process the situation, but the idea of you and jaemin being together just rubs him off the wrong way.

“doesn’t she see how bad he is for her?” he finally reasons out.

“uhuh, in what sense exactly?” winter retorts.

“he’s probably just using her to gain attention or something! can’t i look out for my own best friend?” the response is laughable, even to haechan, but he goes along with it.

winter laughs into the call, “are you even hearing yourself? that’s pretty baseless, even for you haechan.” she replies shortly afterwards. “seems to me like you’re jealous.”

“are you hearing yourself, winter? no i’m not! get your head screwed on properly!” haechan answers back in the same incredulous manner as she did to him just a few seconds ago. “who would i even be jealous of?”

“jaemin. who else? i think it’s pretty clear to most. you aren’t that great at managing your feelings, y’know-” the girl’s voice cuts off for a second, “-oh, i’m being called to dinner now but seriously, get yourself together haechan. i know you like my cousin. bye!”

the line goes beep and haechan tosses his phone onto his bed. she really did just leave him hanging like that. how could she after bringing that idea up?!

jealous? not a chance. haechan never gets jealous.

D-4.

haechan wakes up the next day feeling tired, having not slept a wink after winter���s words kept replaying in his head.

i know you like my cousin.

you like my cousin.

you like her.

and these same words follow him as he makes it all the way to school. perhaps seeing you in school would help him understand his feelings better.

he really just wants this to be over with.

with trudged steps, he makes his way to your classroom and luckily enough for him, there you were already in class before the first bell rang.

he blames it on the lack of sleep but you look so ethereal sitting down in your chair as you bop your head lightly to the music that’s presumably playing on your earphones.

the sight is something to behold- that is until he pivots his head ever so slightly and sees jaemin accompanying you. god, why does he have to be there.

so maybe haechan does get jealous. sometimes.

maybe that’s why he acts without thinking, swiftly dragging you from your chair and out to the school courtyard despite your protests.

“hyuck let me go-” you grumble, tugging on your arm but he doesn’t budge one bit. it’s only when you reach a bench in the furthest part of the courtyard he decides to get go of your wrist.

“seriously, what is wrong with you?” you scoff out in disbelief. “this is the first time we’ve spoken in days. i think you could’ve just asked me if you really wanted to talk.” with the addition of those words, haechan finally realizes what he’s done. he knows it was wrong but he isn’t going to back down from the argument that was brewing between you two.

“me? how about you? you’ve been so lovey dovey with mr. perfect all this time! don’t you have yourself to blame on why we haven’t seen each other in so long?” he spat out coldly.

your heart sinks, and yet, you can’t help but feel even more enraged. its true, you’re part of the reason for the lack of communication between you two. after all, communication is a two way system. but doesn’t that also mean he’s also to blame?

“i enjoy jaemin’s company a lot! is that so wrong?” you shoot back, biting your bottom lip before mumbling the latter part of your statement. “at least he isn’t as grumpy as the person standing in front of me.”

ouch.

the boy hears this and gets ticked off even more. maybe it really is the lack of sleep but he seriously can’t understand her reasoning anymore. instead, he assumes she’s just doing all of this for the bet.

“do you really want to win the bet so bad? if that’s what you want, just kiss me and be over with it. i’m literally letting you win. you can stop seeing jaemin now.”

and that’s when it hits you a little.

why is he bringing the bet up all of a sudden when you just want a genuine relationship with jaem- oh. he couldn’t possibly see you as someone like that right? he said it himself! he doesn’t like you and even denied your request to kiss him a few weeks ago.

but, if that were all true, what other explanation would there be to his actions?

he takes your silence as a no, prompting him to leave you in the courtyard all alone.

you couldn’t seem to understand him at all no matter how hard you tried.

as soon as you got home from classes that same day, you rushed yourself back home and into the comfort of your bed and pillows — treating them as if they were your closest confidants and cried while you shared your troubles.

it wasn’t productive on your end but it was much needed for you to at least think straight. you’d been bottling your contemplations all day long after all.

here you are laying lifeless on your bed, using all your braincells to dicern what the fuck happened earlier this morning.

you know haechan doesn’t like you. you’ve said it to yourself so many times now.

maybe he’s just jealous you’ve been spending more time with jaemin because, although you have different intentions before, you realized you couldn’t see him in that way nor had the heart to just use him for your own gain.

haechan was a different story though. you feel flushed just thinking about him, knowing full well the both of you are in the middle of an argument between each other.

remembrance of the frustration hits, making you groan at the thought of having to remedy it. if you and haechan had anything in common, it would be the stubbornness you both share.

the last time you both got into an argument this big was back in junior high. neither of you spoke to the other for an entire month. it got so bad that both your parents had to call each other up to devise a way to get an apology out from the both of you.

though it would make the entire situation much easier, your parents no longer delve into these types of problems — and neither do haechan’s. you’re both all alone to fix this one yourselves and you wish you’d been more grateful to your parents for mending your relationship with haechan.

deep down, you already know the both of you will struggle to find the right timing, but you certainly hope that day would come soon. you didn’t exactly like being away from him either (even if he made you feel like shit for the rest of the day).

you decide to sleep off your worries for the night, hoping and praying that tomorrow would be a better day for you.

D-3.

tomorrow is not any better of a day.

jaemin and haechan both invited you to eat with them for lunch which quickly escalated into a light argument between the two. you couldn’t even bring yourself to butt into their conversation, seeing how they were fighting over something so silly.

“i’m her best friend, we do this pretty much everyday!” you hear haechan yell at jaemin, his frustration for the other getting the best of him. “plus, i need to talk with her. without you.”

“if the two of you are just best friends, then what gives you the right to dictate her answers?” jaemin fires back, keeping a calm and collected appearance throughout.

this shuts haechan up and the entire cafeteria goes dead silent. oh boy, did you want to curl up into a little hole. everyone was staring and you didn’t like that one bit.

nevertheless, you decided to be the bigger person — uttering a small apology to jaemin before walking off to the table you usually sat at with haechan — the latter following you a few steps behind.

neither of you speak as you begin to eat your separate meals, another sign the relationship between you two was starting to fade out into dust.

winter joins your lunch table shortly after witnessing the drama unfold, she looks at haechan with an unreadable expression and the boy stays quiet during the whole meal.

didn't he say he wanted to talk? an apology for the day before would have been nice.

you get fed up by the silence, placing your food back on the tray before picking it up. you mutter a quiet “i can’t seem to understand you at all.” directed at hyuck before leaving and switching over to the table where jaemin and his friends are sitting.

it all happened too fast and haechan didn’t realize you were leaving until you already did. he really did want to talk but how was he supposed to do that after having that situation with jaemin?

he wanted to calm down first but you had other plans. you really left him in shambles this time.

winter can’t help but sigh at the ongoing conflict. she silently wishes she wasn’t involved this much if it was going to turn out like this.

D-2.

haechan knows he truly has to make it up to you (including a long overdue explanation of why he’s been acting weirdly the past few days) but doesn’t know how to do that. apologies never came easy to him. his mind couldn’t help but go blank everytime he tried thinking of a way to approach you without making things more complicated than they already are.

the sheer amount of times he’s hit a brick wall has him calling the only person who probably knows more about you than he, himself, does.

he picks up his phone, searching through his contacts before landing on a single person, now waiting for the phone to ring.

“hello?” winter’s voice reaches him through the call. “i knew you’d call after what happened at the cafeteria.”

it takes a moment for haechan to answer, “maybe if jaemin wasn’t so aggressive–”

“you both were. now spill, have you gotten your feelings sorted yet?” the girl pushes his dramatics aside, getting straight to the point.

“i… think i do. you were right all along.” haechan finishes. although it was hard for him to admit at first, now that he’s actually said it out loud, it might be the first time he’s been feeling a sense of clarity after so long.

winter hums at his confession. “at least you’re finally taking a step in the right direction. now, to win her back…” she smiles to herself, already having a plan in mind.

you, on the other hand, have been seeing haechan and winter together often for the past week. naturally, your mind begins to wonder if your own cousin is the reason why haechan rejected you way back during your small birthday celebration.

the evidence matches up pretty well — he probably couldn’t reject you directly because she was in the room with the two of you that day. he isn’t spending as much time with you anymore because he’s spending time with her.

they look good together.

those words linger in your head more than you’d like to admit.

you feel cast aside by the people you’ve known practically your entire life but you don’t have much of a choice but to return to jaemin’s company. after all, you chose to eat the rest of your lunch at his table instead of the one that brought familiarity to you.

D-DAY.

day after day, the two of you just seemed to grow even more distant and you wondered if the end of your long-term friendship was nigh approaching. you barely saw him roaming through the halls of campus anymore, much less your cousin.

you didn’t dislike the new friend group you had (jaemin introducing you to his friends after you finally told him about your situation with haechan, but you couldn’t help but feel… dissatisfied with your current situation.)

as your class ends, you prepare yourself for another silent walk home. despite having those new friends, you felt lonelier than you ever had. you missed them. you missed him. and yet, life seemed to have other plans for you.

even trudging down these halls filled with other students made you lonely.

truthfully, you would do anything to have them back- a pain to your forehead snaps you out of your thoughts. you had bumped into someone. well, not just someone, but the person you’ve been longing for the most.

haechan. he was right in front of you after who knows how long it’s been.

you felt like crying on the spot but held in your emotions to appear like your life was anything but lost. haechan knew that look on your face, presuming you haven’t been well ever since the two of you have spoken. he takes your hands that have slumped to your sides into his, and the small gesture reminded you of the warmth he’d bring into your life.

“are you up for a short conversation perhaps?” you only nod and he takes that as a signal in the right direction, though, he isn’t used to you acting around him like this. oh boy, this was going to be more than a short conversation.

haechan leads you into the gymnasium and the two of you sit down by the bleachers with no sight of other students in the area.

“before you get mad- i wanted to apologize first. i shouldn’t have acted the way i did. i was childish.” he begins, holding eye contact with you to show his sincerity. “frankly, i was jealous. jealous you spent more time with jaemin, and you seemed to enjoy you time with him more than the times we hang out together. i shouldn’t have made you feel sad in any way, but i did and that’s completely my fault. i’m sorry.” you know his words hold both his feelings and the truth.

he wasn’t going to lie to you. he never once did during the time you knew each other.

however, what he admitted to had you flustered.

he was jealous of you and jaemin? it was a little hard to believe until you remembered the latter confessed to you the past week. oh god, did word of that spread out? nevermind that, what happened between you and jaemin was the least of your worries, the boy in front of you was. what if haechan got the wrong idea from the rumors?

“it’s not completely your fault. we both were pretty stubborn.” you reply, a soft chuckle leaving your lips to ease the tension between you two. “and if… if you’re curious, i never returned jaemin’s feelings back.

haechan gets pretty taken aback by your statement, now wondering why you brought it up. “oh… i know.”

“you knew? did winter tell you?” you question in anticipation. “i guess the both of you are pretty close now.”

“she did but i swear our friendship is nothing like that!” it was his turn to get flustered. “she could never replace your spot in my life.”

“i’m a little confused though after all of this…” you gesture out, referring to the situation that has just recently moved past you two. “what spot do i even have?”

he pauses, taking his time to think of the right words he wants to tell you but they all get stuck in his throat. the expression on your face showed how you took his silence negatively, prompting him to speak. “i like you. i couldn’t admit it even to myself for the longest time and-” having enough of his rambling, you inch a little closer and give him a kiss on the lips.

it’s brief, and yet, it continues to linger on his lips. “you kissed me.”

“why do you think i never gave jaemin an answer to jaemin’s confession?”

“so you were really saving it for me? i’m honored.” he chuckles out, playfully holding his hand to his chest.

“well, you should be.” you add on with the same bright smile he’s seen you flash at jaemin, except this time, it was absolutely for him.

“i guess that also means you won the bet?” he recalls, a brow raising at you.

you give him a light nudge on his shoulder while suppressing a giggle, “oh, shut up and just kiss me. you owe me 10 bucks by the way.”

tags !!

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[gofuschia]

JACK BAKER SFW & NSFW HCS

Because I have questionable taste in men, haven't seen any jack content and NOBODY CAN STOP ME!!

Most of this is referring to jack post-mold infection, unless explicitly stated otherwise. So… keep that in mind and be prepared for some kooky behaviour.

warnings and prefaces; female reader, infected jack - he comes as his own warning lol, mentions of alcoholism & dysfunctional family dynamics, cheating, a little bit of angst

GENERAL/SFW

— He has this insecure complex about always needing to be in the dominant role within the family dynamic. Gets majorly pissed whenever Marguerite entertains male victims for dinner, and he hurries to get rid of them. Jack’s house is the place he is in control, his domain, where he has forged a comfortable little life with himself as the patriarch & figurehead. He perceives any and all male presence as a threat to its sanctity. Even Lucas, from time to time, needs to be put in his place. It’s a deeply competitive thing that stems from his childhood insecurities, feuding with his brother and father.

— Listen, he’s an old-fashioned guy. Sees women as the fairer sex and all that. He’s a little gentler with handling female victims for that reason. (throwback to mia being carried over his shoulder and ethan literally just being dragged behind in the mud LMAO). If he notices Lucas being particularly handsy with a female victim, he’ll start chastising him:

“Lucas, you goddamn gutter rat! I raised you better’n’that, boy!”

— He delights in taunting you with little innuendos and innocent sounding pet names while he tracks you around the house - sweetheart, dolly, sugar, little pig.

“Here, kitty kitty. Where are yo-o-ou?”

— Jack's definitely not a soft man anymore - but when it comes to you, he can be. It’s always very gratifying to see the man go from downright brutish to handling you with something almost approaching care. He’s ruthlessly, frighteningly strong; you’ve watched him shatter bones and sever limbs with barely more than a breath of effort. You can feel incredibly fragile in his grip, but at the same time, inexplicably safe.

— He could kill you easily, on a whim, and yet, you notice the way he takes care to measure the strength in his grip; consciously holding back from utterly destroying you. Jack will leave you with bruises, sure, but never broken beyond repair.

— Contrary to the way he presents himself, Jack actually wasn’t all that much of a fighter when he was younger. He was always built a little smaller than Joe, mousier, with poor eyesight. Instead of roughhousing in the yard with his brother or going out hunting with his Pa, he’d have much preferred to sit in with his Momma, shucking peas on the porch, nose buried in a book.

— But with a bully for a brother and an alcoholic, abusive father, it became necessary for survival in his household to toughen up, wean himself away from his mother’s forgiving gentleness. Not only that, but the constant comparisons to his brother and the need to appeal to his father’s uber-masculine attitude grated at him, and he eventually conditioned himself into being the football-loving man’s man that his environment demanded him to be. He met Marguerite, joined the military to seal the deal - and the rest is history.

— It’s heavily implied ingame that Jack has a bit of a drinking problem even before the infection. It’s an unfortunate trait he picked up from his own father who was quite a violent man. Jack’s always made a conscious effort to break these cycles and be firm yet fair with his kids - however, Jack can be an aggressive drunk… and Lucas has always been an ornery kid. They’ve never quite seen eye to eye and their relationship only grew more turbulent the older Lucas got.

So, Lucas is the one who usually suffers the brunt of Jack’s drunken black moods, and sometimes their clashing gets physical. This is just amplified tenfold post-evie and he gets weirdly competitive and aggressive with his son - especially when it comes to you. Jack doesn't like to share.

Lucas will most definitely take an interest in the new pet his dad’s keeping around - and Jack takes cruel pleasure in making vulgar jabs at his sons inexperience, taunting you before his eyes like a piece of candy in front of a kid:

“Aw, what’s wrong, boy? You want a piece of this sweet little kitty? Too fuckin’ bad – she ain’t for you!”

— Probably threatens to castrate him if he tries anything with you LMAO (which is a valid concern to be honest, lucas is a horny little bastard) or implies bringing the nature of your relationship up to Marguerite. The threat alone is usually enough to scare Lucas off as we all know Jack doesn’t bluff when it comes to cutting off limbs 😭

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— Now, listen, we’re gonna have to suspend some disbelief here. Do I think pre-infected Jack would cheat on his wife? Never. He’s loyal and staunch as a bull and he ADORES Marguerite. Post infection, though. Maybe. I can see it.

— He still loves his wife, infection be damned, but we all know the unfortunate state of Marguerite’s genitalia, and gross as infected Jack can be, even he draws the line at sticking his cock in a bug hive 😭

— His excuse for his infidelity is “a man has needs,” - and with you being so pretty and so willing, how could he pass up the opportunity? Even if he did want to reject the carnal urge, it’s incredibly difficult for Jack to stop himself from enacting his basest desires. The mold completely screws with his head and free will, lowers his inhibitions and makes him do and say things that would otherwise be a passing intrusive thought while sober.

Excuses and justifications aside, he definitely still has a big guilty conscience about it in the back of his mind - and in his very brief moments of lucidity he probably cries about what he’s done. (ouch)

— Jack’s sex drive, among many other things, has been amplified a great deal after the infection. It doesn’t take much to get him aroused. Sometimes he’ll pop hard-ons just from the adrenaline of the chase, tailing your scared ass around the property, hot on your scent.

— Before, his sex drive was pretty average for a man of his age, not a huge priority for him anymore but indulged in a couple times a week with his wife after a long day of work round the ranch. Now, with the mold biggering his appetite, screwing with his hormones & testosterone levels, he’s as virile as a man several decades his junior.

— There’s fuck all else to do round that house anyway, besides the occasional murder, partaking in cannibalism, and entertaining Evie – so Jack likes to waste away some of the drawn-out hours between your legs.

— He’s actually quite the giver. Though infected Jack has no qualms about just taking what he wants, he is still, at his core, a southern gentleman - and this quality bleeds through even in the bedroom. It’s more fun for him when you’re visibly enjoying yourself too, is all. And he knows how to treat a lady.

— Definitely not lacking in experience. He’s old, has fathered two kids and knows his way around the female form quite confidently - you’re in good hands.

— Jack loves eating pussy. Everything about it. The taste, the smell, the way you clamp your thighs like a vice around his head. It’s all incredibly arousing to him.

— He’ll hike your legs up, grip cruel and bruising around your thighs, and just absolutely go to town. He’s relentless about it, too. Won’t stop till your cunt juices have soaked his beard through to dripping, and you’ve come multiple times around his tongue, clit swollen and oversensitive.

— If he’s in a really giving and indulgent mood, he’ll pat his barrel chest; invite you to shimmy on up and just sit yourself nice n’ pretty on his face, smothering him with your pussy and thighs. He gets to forget everything and just work his jaw, focus on nothing but the slick heat between your lips. The man is in heaven when he’s tongue-fucking you.

— Quite stalwartly dominant - he just really likes the feeling of being needed and depended upon. Makes him feel big and strong, feeds his ego. If you beg for him it makes him go nuts. He’s also not opposed to being called daddy every now and then in the bedroom - gives him that lovely little superiority kick.

— That being said, he’s not averse to you riding him every now and then. He loves a bit of cowgirl. The visual stimulation of your tits bouncing while you frantically get yourself off on his cock always drives him crazy… but by the end he can never quite stop himself from taking control; seizing you roughly by the hips and pistoning you up and down on his cock like a fuck-toy.

— Sex with Jack is an exhausting affair. He has a ridiculous amount of stamina now and as such he draws the sessions out for hours.

— Rough without meaning to be, sometimes. His amplified strength really shows at certain peaked moments of pleasure, where he tends to lose all restraint and just go absolutely fucking ham.

— Afterwards you will be sporting bruises in the shape of his fingers, stinging imprints of his palm on your rump; a multitude of aches and pains and a numb, dully throbbing cunt. Expect not to be able to walk until the mold has healed up your sore body.

— He enjoys it when you fawn over him like a loving little wife, he's a sucker for those sappy traditional dynamics. Run at him with your arms open and he’ll lift you up like a featherweight, sit you on his lap, let you tell him all about your day. He’ll let you take the reins if he’s in the mood to be taken care of, on your knees between his spread legs.

— Not groomed. It’s a bit wild down there in the hair department. Literally does not give a shit either way. Too busy serial murdering and being insane to trim and he never really tended to the bush much in the first place. He thinks body hair is natural, and likes the masculinity of it, so he doesn’t really care. He's also definitely a little bit stinky. (ok… probably more than a little bit). But let’s be honest, who isn’t a little on the funky side in the Baker house? You probably don’t smell like roses either.

— Gets rougher the more excited he becomes. When Jack’s on the edge of an orgasm he becomes downright violent. He tries to be careful with you, really he does, but he’s a slave to the base sensations and the jolting of his hips becomes a powerful, jackhammering force; big hands leaving purpling bruises along your hips.

Afterwards, he’ll kiss your sore spots apologetically, pet your head like a cat and murmur your praises; good girl, ‘atta girl, you took me so damn well.

— His hands are a marvel unto themselves. Big, broad, capable and work-calloused. They feel incredible dragging over your nipples and cunt; doling out pleasure and punishment in equal measure. He’ll spend hours with you bent over his lap, alternating between finger-fucking you relentlessly and spanking your ass with the flat of his palm.

— BREEDING KINK FOR DAYS… absolutely loves pumping you full with his cum. He’ll reach down to inspect the excess semen your poor pussy couldn’t handle, scoop it up and push it back inside of you.

Jack loves the idea of getting you pregnant and, in his words; ‘expanding the family’, or ‘giving Evie a new little sibling’. Of course, that’s a precarious subject given the fact he’s a married man… but Evie’s family isn’t your typical nuclear family, anyway. The dynamics are all fucked up, fickle and interchangeable as a child playing with barbie dolls. One day Marguerite carries the privileged title of mommy - the next, you or Mia. Some days both.

— Mostly he just likes the idea of it. He loves being a father, and he and Marguerite had always intended on having more than two kids - however, after a few traumatic miscarriages and sombre doctors’ appointments, they gave up that dream. He also secretly has a thing for pregnant bodies - he thinks they’re gorgeous, and it gives him a real kick of pride and possessiveness to see a lady all swollen up with his seed.

— He can be sadistic with your pleasure at times, edging you to the precipice of an orgasm and then abruptly withdrawing. You just look so pretty and pathetic when you squirm and beg. If you’re not reduced to tears, begging him to please, daddy, let you cum, then he hasn’t done his job right.

— Has a thing for over-stimulation, too. Makes a point of bringing you to orgasm so many times and fucking your pussy so raw that it becomes borderline painful.

— He can be merciful on occasion. If you’ve caught him in a pleasant mood and you give him the doe-eyes just right, Jack becomes a bit of a pushover. You’re just such a sweet lil’ thing, and he can’t resist you.

He’ll treat you real good. Whatever you ask him for, you get. You want your pussy devoured? Want to be fucked into next week? Take a seat - he’s more than happy to oblige.

#phew that got longer than intended teehee #jack baker #jack baker re7 #re7 #re7 biohazard #jack baker x reader #my writing #lucas baker #resident evil 7 #resident evil #resident evil biohazard

[trudemaethien]

Glitch/Corr and hear <3

This got a bit graphic and gory😅, so…

HC: Corr sustained some hearing damage from the same event that took his arms, I don’t explicitly mention it here, but

The Force resonates with awe-inspiring vastness, full of sound and wonder, and most of the time Glitch loves to listen to it.

Sometimes it’s like that pesky brother who’s trying to get your attention to discuss his hairbrained theories and antics, for the fourty-third time, after curfew.

Glitch has a headache.

Before he knew what it was he was hearing, he got headaches a lot. He’s used to it. It doesn’t mean he likes it any better now than then.

He’s following, shut UP already!

A hand lands in the middle of his chest, halting him. “No civilians past the cordon,” a clone’s vocoder-leveled but still appreciably bored voice orders.

“I’m not, and I need to go there,” Glitch says, leaning into his words and the restraining hand. “You can let me in, I’m cleared.”

“You can go in…after you suit up. Since you’re cleared.”

The clone gestures to a heavy blast-suit, bulky and cumbersome. Glitch can’t function in that. He shifts his weight in preparation to move.

“He’s not cleared, Jack, what’s wrong with you?” another clone snaps, approaching. “Help me get this on; and you, scram.”

“Yes, Corporal,” Jack says, chastened. Sorry, he mouths at Glitch as the corporal straps on the extra armor.

The urgency is higher now, the Force like a klaxon in his head. Maybe there’s a klaxon out loud too, Glitch realizes, as the corporal hurries up, glancing toward the cordoned-off area.

“Corporal,” Glitch tries, “I need to—”

“To get the kriff out of my AoE and quit distracting me and my team,” the corporal says sharply. “We’re on the clock.”

Jack snaps the last clasp into place and taps twice next to the reinforced face shield like he’s patting the guy’s cheek. “Good to go!” he signs with his other hand in front of his face.

And go he does. Glitch can only watch as the demolitions corporal tramps across the ground to the device, not gracefully in that get-up, but with the ease of familiarity. Jack, he realizes, has a timer he’s gleefully counting off out loud.

“Corr’s a machine; fucker beat my time! I’m going to do him one better nex—”

.

…

So that’s what a bomb sounds like, is Glitch’s first dazed thought.

HOT, is his next. Something is crackling in his ears, and he looks around for Jack, for any of the others, and finds the world on fire with no one in sight. That adds up, he thinks nonsensically, and then looks at himself.

Shrapnel and slag are scattered all around him but not on or through his body, like the discolored dry shadow behind a retaining bulkhead hit by a wave. He—the Force—probably did that. He didn’t know he could do that.

Where’s Jack. The Force had probably wanted him to prevent this. The klaxon is still shrieking, or no—that’s too irregular.

Glitch follows the sound. The Corporal is struggling in his heavy suit of armor, trying to escape the burning crater. He can’t climb out for some reason, even though it’s only thigh-deep. Glitch grabs at him and then thinks better of touching the hot surface. He grabs him with the Force instead, and yanks him up and out.

He doesn’t see anyone else as he drags the Corporal to safety. Past the blast radius, he peels away the suit, slicing it with Rennax’s saber when it hardens too much.

He pulls the man free with difficulty. He’s slick with sweat and tears and blood, and not all of him comes free. Glitch almost hurls when he realizes the flexible gloves that allowed dexterity physically couldn’t shield as well as the rest of the get-up, and the meat of his arms up to the elbow is shredded off the equally shattered bones.

Tourniquets from his belt, not thinking about it, just applying them, then he hoists the trooper up, the whole time yelling, “Medic!”

The sole survivor of the blast clings to him with the stumps of his ruined arms and shakes with uncontrollable sobs. Relief and grief entwine with one another. “You. You got me. You heard me, you came,” he slurs. Accusation and gratitude are also inextricably bound in his tone.

Glitch wishes he could have done better, listened more carefully to the Force, actually prevented this from happening at all, but all he says is, “Yeah, I got you.” His own voice is hoarse and thick.

Neither of them let go until a medic takes the injured trooper to evac. Glitch watches him get loaded up, then regretfully turns away to follow the call of the Force once again.

Reverberating 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51595036

#writing prompt #fanfiction #ask answered #cloneshipping #repcomm #clone trooper glitch #clone trooper corr #glitch/corr #EOD: explosive ordnance disposal #cw: gore #graphic injury #pre triple zero #post draay 2 #timeline what timeline

[theworldinclines]

reasons i think ben is a sus ass evil ass bitch!

 music club

ben is the one to invite nueng to the ballroom dance club, bc he has noted that nueng likes to play piano, and he pressures nueng to agree to be in the club both in person and over text. nueng’s joining the club would be helpful to an insidious agenda bc it would ensure that ben - and by extension whoever he’s working with - will know nueng’s specific whereabouts on whatever day and time the club meets, however many times a week. im not saying it’s definitely a dead giveaway as to why nueng is attacked at the club next week ep4 bc palmnueng very well may just be followed from school or home, but it does seem suspicious and so as usual i stand by my theory until proven unmistakably incorrect fdkjhjk

brown nosing bitch

ben sure seems to want answers to shit that is none of his business ! he doesn’t know nuengdiao well and you can chalk some of it up to him just wanting to get to know his crush but of course anything can be creepy if u want to see it that way and- actually u know what hes just creepy ok i dont even have a choice BUT to see it that way tbh! he asks what relationship nueng and palm have, he fuckin asks if they live together based on the more than generous leap of ‘i saw him get in your car’ ??? ok so you can’t imagine that idk nueng was giving palm a ride home bc they live near each other? nah you just need to ask if they live together bc you already have your suspicions about who palm is, you just need to be sure sooner rather than later, especially when it comes to the protection nueng has at home.

insistent for no reason

like i said, he pushes nueng into joining the music club - i didn’t even mention that it’s officially a ballroom dance club, it isn’t even a music club! every scene we’ve had there thus far has shown people explicitly dancing or sitting to talk at the bar! nueng plays piano a couple times, sure, but that isn’t the club’s purpose. so: ben lied bc he knew a music club would be more enticing to someone who just wants a place to play his instrument.

and while at the club, ben approaches palm completely unprompted even tho he saw very well in their introduction to each other that palm is completely Against him being around nueng. he insists that nueng needs space and palm should basically fuck off bc it’s totally ridiculous to think that anyone could be planning to kill nuengdiao, as tho ben, a random high schooler, could possibly guess what the plans of however many hitmen are at work???? like he’s some authority when he’s literally just some guy with a mouth he likes to run off?? and with the most liar ass smirk on his face he says that he isn’t going to hurt nueng, and palm better get used to having him around. ok. palm’s utter hatred for this guy is so fucking funny it sends me like he isn’t having it AT ALL i get to live out my ben distrust through palm <3

defensive for no reason

i daresay ben is defensive in a way that makes zero sense to me. first, nueng asks what he wants from him and ben acts like his very character is being assassinated, as tho he as mr class president isn’t completely aware of the recent uptick in bullying that nuengdiao’s faced. like nueng asking someone he doesn’t know this question is somehow a personal attack on ben. congratulations, you’ve made yourself seem like the defenseless and harmless victim cough i mean Nice Guy! if he really cared about nuengdiao and developing their friendship/relationship, ben would see it from his perspective that nueng has every single right to be cautious - his dad was FUCKING SHOT TO DEATH in front of him like less than 3 months ago????

but instead he acts like nueng is trying to be an asshole without cause, manipulates him into feeling guilty about that, and makes nueng reach out to him bc of that guilt, successfully setting off their entire relationship from that point bc he’s apparently gained nueng’s trust from a frankly transparent .10 second Commitment To His Bit.

THEN when the same happens with chopper asking ben’s intentions with nueng, ben pulls the SAME SHIT - instead of understanding chopper’s concern for his cousin’s well-being?? after chopper watched his cousin suffer terribly from the murder of his father and chopper’s uncle???? ben acts like chopper is completely out of line, blaming HIM for their friendship falling apart cough GUILT, and storms off, and - in parallel to nueng reaching for ben’s wrist and holding it, bc that’s what ben WANTED to happen - chopper half reaches out for ben but doesn’t touch him. ok.

possessive

ben is weirdly fucking possessive/familiar for someone who barely knows nuengdiao, which to me is a massive red flag just in general. he takes out his earbud without permission and gets in nueng’s space, he glares at palm with that gross smirk like he has any right to do so, and twice in the same ep2 he puts a hand to nueng’s shoulder with that unnecessary lingering hold that makes my skin crawl. he plays like he’s harmless dancing around being goofy but it wasn’t just cringe to me; it felt SO FORCED and maybe im accidentally destroying chimon’s acting w this post but hflkjd i can’t help but feel like this man is BAD FUCKING NEWS. he is a FAKE. i would say that palm has really good instincts and that’s why he immediately dislikes ben, but he doesn’t seem to notice anything off about phum, while nueng DOES notice phum is off and does something about it. we see a similar thing when he asks chopper about ben, which brings us to nueng asking chopper’s opinion ep4.

what the fuck is up w benchopper

"he’s nice, he’s talented, so everyone loves him.” RED FLLLAAGGGGG. this IMMEDIATELY set off sirens in my head to translate to he ACTS nice with everyone, he’s talented in everything, so everyone loves him - ie ben is a fantastic actor, as we see when he manipulates nueng through guilt and by acting as someone who wants to be close to him with no mal-intentions. he’s the class president, but he sees the way students bully nuengdiao and does nothing with whatever so called popularity influence he has, not even to talk to the guys and see what’s up? chopper and ben used to be close in first year (10th grade) but different interests had them grow apart, which seems fair enough until chopper warns nueng not to get close to ben bc “ben can’t stay close to someone for very long.” when nueng asks him to explain chopper plays it off with a laugh and a “you’ll know after spending time together :)” like HUH???? GIRL WHAT DOES THAT MEAN U OMINOUS BITCH? did ben try it on with chopper and then saw more potential for gains by moving on to nueng bc of his position in the family? and next week we’ll apparently see chopper even giving advice to ben about admitting his feelings to nueng? so they aren’t close and ben snapped at chopper about being (un)fairly suspicious about his intentions with nueng, but they’re close enough again like some minuscule amount of time later that chopper can offer love advice. alright that makes SO much sense ben is a good guy after all :D

anyway ghjkfk pls feel free to add on to this w ur own ideas/things you’ve noticed and i may or may not do the same when new eps come out. if we get to the finale and ben really is just some guy with a crush i will be truly FLOORED but ig we’ll see lmaofdhkjghldfjk

#just everything ben does skeeves me out i cant help it hdfkjdhlk #i love a community coming together to roast and theorise on slimy characters #hfdkjhgdkj my fave <3 #so pls do!! #nlmg theories #never let me go #nlmg spoilers #ben #nuengben #benchopper #never let me go series #my writing

[m4gp13]

Hang on I know I made those OC posts a while ago but I just remembered this other guy who I think pre-dated Old Man Martha and was basically just a precursor to him.

I'm sure it was mentioned in some of the books that the Titan Army employed human mercenaries to pad out their ranks and provide them with skills and equipment they lacked and I think it was implied that because of the mist they didn't really know what was going on which made me think about how they perceived the war, how they interacted (if at all) with the demigods in the army and if some of them did have experience with the mythological world and knew what was actually happening. That was how I ended up with an OC so old I forgot his name or if he ever had one!

Name, as he shall be called in the meantime, was an ex-marine who used his expertise to teach self-defence classes to kids and he had this one student who was about eight-ish years old when he started attending his class way back in the late eighties. Name liked the kid well enough but while training him, fell in love with the kid's mother, a single woman who had a fling with some guy that ditched her after a couple of nights together. After a while Name and the woman got married but there was trouble in paradise because the mystery guy who knocked the mother up was Zeus, who didn't even know his affair caused an oath-breaking baby to be released into the world.

A few years after Name and the mother got married, the kid's demigod powers started showing which got the attention of Zeus and some of the other gods. Hera was obviously furious that Zeus cheated on her even under oath and demanded that, since he broke the oath, he had to fix his mistake. If it was just Hera being mad about an affair Zeus wouldn't have been too intimidated but it wasn't just Hera, it was pretty much the whole Olympian council and it wasn't just an affair, it was the fact that broke an oath on the Styx. It was the first time since the oath was made that it was broken so everyone took it a lot more seriously which is why Zeus reacted as drastically as he did by zapping the kid and his mother with lightning, killing them both as well as permanently scarring Name, who happened to be standing too close at the time.

Name was obviously traumatised by the sudden death of his wife and child and grew furious when he did some digging into the demigod world (that he was starting to become acquainted with as the child's powers started showing) and found out the reason they died. When Kronos Army popped up on his radar and he found out they were all about tearing down the Olympians, especially Zeus, he was very quick to offer his services even though he was an ageing and mentally unstable man at that time. Most of the human mercenaries were kept separate from the demigods and avoided them on their own accord but Name had experience with them as well as a major soft spot because they reminded him of his lost son. The demigods mostly saw him as this eccentric old man with a lightning scar but he was fun and he was the closest thing a lot of them had to a positive paternal influence in their lives so they liked him.

He was quite protective over the young demigods and was always trying to keep a close eye on them during missions or battles that most other human mercenaries wouldn't have been expected to be present at. For the human mercenaries, they were approached by the army and only do what they are explicitly asked and go where they are explicitly told to go but Name was a special case. He approached the army and made it clear from the get-go that he knew about the mythological stuff so where the other humans were kept away from the demigods, Name was given slightly more free-roam and he used that to keep an eye on the young demigods. I remember killing him off during the battle of Manhattan and I think I was torn between him being the only human on the Princess Andromeda when it blew up because everyone knew about the explosion and he wanted to be present so he could help evacuate the ship if they couldn't intercept the bomb in time or he was hanging around at the end of the Williamsburg bridge to oversee the demigod reinforcements because everyone knew what a threat Percy Jackson was and when the bridge started crumbling, he ran towards it to try and help (possibly dragging Ethan's unconscious body off???) but got crushed/fell in the water in the process.

#pjo #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #the titan army #oc #pjo oc #yeah he's an eccentric old man with a tragic backstory #so you can sort of see the hints of Old Man Martha in him #Q

[mllelaurel]

My Shard read proceeds apace.

“What in the Nine Hells is a Drizzt?” - The best line of dialogue in the entire series has arrived. All other dialogue can pack up and go home. 

And then, Dwahvel’s like ‘oh yeah, it’s your murder crush. The guy you wouldn’t shut up about for a year. I can’t expect to keep ‘em all straight, you know.’ 

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Sharlotta’s narrative continues to not impress me. Let her be competent at something she’s supposed to be competent at, instead of being batted around by every guy she interacts with. 

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Ooop, there’s the part that mentions Kimmuriel and Rai-guy being roommates (Oh my God, they were roommates! ...I am not original.) And I think that’s the same chapter which has one of them just casually refer to the other as a friend in POV. Which I gather is a heck of a thing, given the society they grew up in. 

I’m wondering if part of how the Bregan D’aerthe works. Mostly what we see of it in this book is petty bitch infighting, but I can’t help thinking there’s a certain defiant and - basically queer for its origins - camaraderie to it, without which the troop would have fallen apart a century ago. Caring about others is transgressive, and that transgression is part of the appeal. 

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I really wish I could do even the most basic animation, because every time Jarlaxle interacts with the Crenshinibon, all I want to do is set it to this clip from Beetlejuice the musical. 

(I found my frequency/Crystals speak to me

What are they saying?

Buy more crystals) [Insert picture of a second tower here]

To be clear, I can’t even draw a satisfying stick figure, let alone animate fuck-all.

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Oooh, there we go. The Entreri vs. Jarlaxle fight and Jarlaxle and Entreri vs Kimmuriel and Rai-guy when they arrive is genuinely gripping. There’s a really good balance of tension and fun (beat the hell out of your friend vs. throw a giant bird at the guys trying to coup you, GJ Jarlaxle), and I couldn’t help but notice a lot of the stiffness in the writing falls away. I’d wager Bob had fun writing it.  

Okay, let me actually unpack Jarlaxle’s different approaches to the two back-to-back fights, because I think there’s something interesting here. 

You could just make the argument that Jarlaxle is being entirely hosed by the crystal in the first fight. And Crenshinibon is kind of one-track-minded and not very fun. Whereas by the second fight, Artemis has ganked the crystal, not that Jarlaxle knows it. 

But if you take the Cinnabon out of the equation, what you’re left with is, Jarlaxle expects betrayal but doesn’t take it well at all from someone he genuinely likes. As he seems to like Entreri. In contrast, I don’t get the impression he’s close to Rai-guy at all, and while he and Kimmuriel have the potential for closeness, even this early on, they are not there yet. Their betrayal is ‘sigh, intrigue has come upon me. Welp, that was inevitable. But you forget - I love a good challenge!’ Whereas Entreri’s feels like a genuine betrayal. So Jarlaxle goes dead-serious and deadly. 

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Speaking of potential for closeness, from Kimmuriel and Rai-guy’s conversation immediately after, you can just tell that Kimmuriel gets Jarlaxle, the Bregan D’aerthe, and Menzoberranzan in a way Rai-guy explicitly does not. 

“We have to find them,” Rai-guy said a moment later. “I want Jarlaxle dead. How else might I ever know a reprieve?”

“You are now the leader of a mercenary band of males housed in Menzoberranzan,” Kimmuriel replied. “You will find no reprieve, no break from the constant dangers and matron games. This is the trapping of power, my companion.”

Kimmuriel gets how the sausage is made. And we get our first hint of why he winds up half in charge of Bregan D’aerthe over the years. 

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Also speaking of closeness:

“[Entreri] could easily [escape] alone, he knew, and he had the real Crystal Shard, but for some reason he couldn’t quite understand, and didn’t bother even to think about, he turned back and grabbed Jarlaxle again, pulling him behind.”

Entreri, you dense-ass tsundere. 

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I would also like you all to know that I just retyped both those passages. Because I can’t make copy-paste from an Overdrive e-book work. Faaaaaail. 

#legend of drizzt

[gremoria411]

Alright, given that I haven’t rewatched Gundam Narrative yet, let’s talk about something I did watch this week.

*Spoilers ahead*

Mobile Suit Gundam Twilight Axis: Red Blur, an 26 minute ova which adds new scenes to the original Twilight Axis, making it actually coherent in the process. The plot of Gundam Twilight Axis concerns three main characters:

Mehmet Merca - Earth Federation special forces commander, who’s been tasked to investigate the remains of the Axis Asteroid base to recover any evidence of psycho-frame or other newtype weaponry. IE the wreckage of the Sazabi. Despite what you may think, he’s actually a very nice and reasonable guy.

Arlette Almage - Formerly Char’s personal mobile suit mechanic throughout the One Year War and Char’s Counterattack (Second Neo Zeon War), though she did not join him in the AEUG. Also a Newtype from the Flanagan Institute (though apparently not a patch on Lahlah, the star pupil of the Flanagan Institute). Char personally handpicked her from Zeon’s Flanagan Institute when she was a young girl, so she views him as something approaching a father figure (honestly it’s a little unclear). This translates to her wanting to know what happened to him, which is the reason she helps Mehmet Merca to help navigate Axis.

Danton Hyleg - Formerly Char’s personal test pilot. Happily retired with Arlette, and is mostly along to support her. As he’s significantly older than her (at least ten years), he has a more realistic view of Char, outright telling him around the time of CCA it would’ve been better if he hadn’t come back to them. A very good pilot, but unable to actually pull the trigger and kill someone.

Overall, I’d say it’s pretty good, it does just enough with the time it’s got for you to be invested in these characters, and it’s got some good action scenes. It can’t disguise the fact that it’s got a very low budget (there’s a lot of scenes where you can’t see people’s faces, so they don’t have to animate lip movements), but it knows where to prioritise. I do like how even though it’s technically a set up for a later antagonist, it keeps focus on the actual characters first. Twilight Axis was originally a light novel and was adapted into an OVA and Manga. I have read a translation of the Light Novel and found it very good, since it fleshes out a lot of stuff missing from the OVA (IE Birnam’s motivations), to the point where I could honestly consider twilight axis a very good advert for it. The Manga adaptation, which I haven’t read, also looks very good. I’m given to understand that Arlette and Danton also cameo in MSV-R: the Return of Johnny Ridden, which is neat. The reason I’m pairing it with Narrative is that I view them both in similar lights - after unicorn showed off how utterly ridiculous psycho-frames can be in the right hands, we’re left with the question of what happens between now and F91 onwards for it never to be used or spoken of again. Both Narrative and Twilight Axis deal with the fallout of Psycho-frame mobile suits such that we can understand why it was sealed away and not further developed. Or, as I like to think of them, they’re curatorial works, made to answer some lingering questions.

However, I have two main non-ms design criticisms of the story - The First, and most forgivable, is that we’re not really given any information on the enemy pilots, the Fermo Brothers. I’m more forgiving of this because I think the manga fleshed them out more, and you don’t really need that much information. The Second criticism is both petty and bothersome to me, because it’s entirely likely it’s borne from my own assumptions. The Flanagan Institute, where Char headhunts Arlette, is shown to be performing inhumane experiments on children, with one of the bosses explicitly mentioning “disposal”. What bothers me about this is that to my knowledge this is basically the only piece of evidence that ever shows the Flanagan Institute to be abusive. Why does that matter? Because central to Zeon’s stated philosophy is that of the newtype, a new type of human adapted for space with the ability to sense, communicate and emphasise with others over long distances. The Federations’ refusal to recognise the newtype is synonymous to their refusal to recognise the autonomy of the colonies. The Federation refuses to recognise the capacity of mankind to evolve past it’s need for the Earth, since (as many characters are fond of saying) their souls are still bound down by gravity. So the revelation that the Flanagan institute, Zeon’s shining beacon of Newtype advancement, needed to resort to the mass death of children for its newtypes just completely undermines that. We know newtypes can naturally awaken in combat, but nowhere is it suggested that they *need* to, with both Challia Bull and Paptimus Scirocco basically just showing up, with no indication of harrowing battles beforehand. Furthermore, it also completely undercuts another notable organisation in Gundam, the Titans, who actually do resort to the kind of inhumane practices shown here. Why? Because they view Newtypes as nothing more than weapons, further demonstrating their utter contempt for spacenoids, having twisted one of the central facets of spacenoid independence into just another tool of oppression, with all the dehumanisation that implies. But if they’re just following off Zeon’s playbook for the “production” of newtypes, then it implies that newtypes aren’t actually a development for humanity at all, simply a reaction to large-scale trauma. I know Victory and other later UC shows went back on the Newtype philosophy a bit, but they (Zeon) knew from essentially day one that it wasn’t it? It just throws into question why a lot of the success stories of the Flanagan institute would even stay with Zeon, if that’s how they were treated (and it turns newtypes into the whole “super soldiers through trauma” thing, which…. I see a lot in fiction, and I bothers me a little that this is the route they decided to go for).

But enough quibbling about a whole 14 seconds of animation, what do I think of the mobile suit designs? These are arranged favourite to least favourite (though to be honest I’m not particularly crazy about most of the offerings here), and do not include the R-Jarja (I’ll cover it if I ever talk about Neo Zeon/Axis Zeon or the Gyan). Given that most of these suits are variations, I’ll typically discuss my feelings on their original counterparts as well. I’m using the Novel Artwork, since I generally prefer it (and image limits), but this applies to both versions of the designs.

First up, the AMX-011S Zaku III Custom. Straight-up my favourite mobile suit here (though that doesn’t mean a whole lot….) I like the Zaku III because it’s chunky, well armed and proof that even Neo Zeon is not immune to nostalgia. True, it gets outclassed during the First Neo Zeon War by all the 4th-Gen mobile suits running around, but it’s still a very solid design. I like how the Zaku II-to-Hizack-to-Zaku III-to Geara Doga-to-Geara Zulu line plays out too, with each one having slightly different characteristics. I have a very mixed views on Char’s custom mobile suits - which I like, because I enjoy judging the suits mostly on their own merits, rather than on who’s piloting them (key word being “mostly”). That said, occasionally one of Char’s suits can end up being a really baller design, which I just adore. Sadly, the Zaku III Custom shown here is not one such design, though I do like the idea of Char Piloting a Zaku III for whatever reason, hence it’s inclusion here. It’s actually quite nice, since it’s a relic of Char that the two characters attach value to, a momento of their time together, that nonetheless must be left behind on Axis. Just like Char.

Note: GB02’s decision to spit out a Byarlant Isolde at me is essentially the reason for this entire post, since I was forced to actually formulate an opinion on the blasted thing, having been utterly apathetic towards it until now.

The Original Byarlant is a suit I’ve gone back-and-forth on over time, disliking to tolerating to (generally) liking. It’s got a very unique silhouette to it, and I like how it essentially ended up a high-mobility suit with so much of its body devoted to thrust, and you can believe it’s high mobility, since it’s so many thrusters that can move and swivel to precisely direct the suit where it needs to go. The head’s pretty gorgeous and I like how inhuman it is, along with the Byarlants hands and feet. It’s got a very minimalist armament - just two beam sabers and beam guns (strong beam guns, mind), but I find this only adds to its sleek feel. It looks like someone wanted a war machine that was also a race car. The colours are both villainous, appropriate for a Titans machine, and eye-catching, with the yellow drawing your eye to the face, and the red highlighting either thrusters or limbs, again emphasising it’s mobility. I do like how the feet look both delicate and weighty at the same time - they’re both designed for high speed and yet don’t look like they’d struggle to hold up the suit itself.

The Byarlant Isolde takes several features from the later Byarlant Custom - chiefly the shoulder thrusters and back fuel tanks, creating the sense that Birnam was able to get their hands on some new parts, but not enough to fully upgrade the Byarlant. I will say that I absolutely adore the new colour scheme - I didn’t expect to like a lilac and white mobile suit this much, but somehow the Isolde makes it all work. I should note that the Byarlant is similarly outdated to the rest of the mobile suits present, however, The Titans and Neo Zeon didn’t have that much of a tech gap, chiefly since Neo Zeon declared war basically right after the Titans defeat. They undoubtedly had an edge in Newtype weaponry and heavily armed mobile suits, but from a practical standpoint, a high performance suit from the latter days of the Gryps War is probably going to stand a better chance than a Grunt unit from the Neo Zeon war. The Byarlant was always a fast suit, so this makes even more sense. This is why it slightly baffles me that the Tristan is considered Birnam’s best unit, but I’ll talk more about that later. Though I do like the original Byarlant’s head, I find the Isolde’s Gundam-style head to be growing on me. It’s likely a more advanced head than the original Byarlant, and likely better suited for its environment of a dense asteroid base (in UC, Monoeyes tend to be better at range, whereas Twin-eyes are better in close quarters (it’s to do with target tracking at differing ranges), though it’s not a large enough difference for it to get called out). It was likely also chosen for the lingering psychological effects it may have on any former Zeon or Neo-Zeon personnel they might run into while investigating axis - appropriate, since the Titans also dabbled in that. I will say that the new head gives the Isolde and absolutely wonderful silhouette - the sunken red-on-white eyes make it look very imposing and it reminds me of some of the head designs from Gundam Sentinel (the geometric nature of its V-fin also helps with the intimidation factor in my opinion, though I’m not really certain why).

The Ahava Azieru is a weird one. I know basically nothing about the design or it’s origin, and even it’s general form is unclear. It’s a mobile armour that I can only assume is patterned after the Neue Ziel, but when I first read the novel, I assumed it was some sort of prototype to the Alpha Azieru, so I’ve no idea what it could be a derivative of. It’s very well armed, and it seems to have at least some common design features of Late-UC Mobile Armours. I do like how it can essentially afford to sit back and throw beams at its opponents, but it seems remarkably slow for a MA (though that could be down to the pilot). It seems to have the design of a dragon, with its large winglike shields and funnel tail, which is an odd decision, since it’s ally, the R-Jarja is mentioned multiple times as being a “Knight”, an enemy of a dragon. Yet Arlette uses it to communicate with the enemy pilot, so they don’t come into conflict? It’s an odd thing. I do very much love the head (perhaps I have a thing for inhuman head designs in Gundam, though it’s awkward to see in relation to the rest of it).

The Jegan (Birnam Type). It’s a purple Jegan with a custom visor and rifle, used by Birnam. While it’s nice that it’s giving us a preview of what the Crossbone Vanguard’s suits will eventually look like (it’s rifle resembles a shot lancer somewhat), it honestly doesn’t do anything. It could have been replaced with any other grunt suit and it would have been the same (I’ve gone off the Jegan’s design a touch as of late, so forgive me if I’ve little to say on this one).

Finally, the Gundam AN-01 “Tristan” (typically just called the Tristan) and Kurwenal. Since the Kurwenal is an add-on to the Tristan, I figured I’d cover them together. This is also because although the Kurwenal is my least favourite design, I have more to say on the Tristan itself. I find the Kurwenal to just be boring honestly. It’s a bunch of missiles and Newtype tech bolted to the Tristan, relying on overwhelming firepower as opposed to anything else. I don’t like it’s colour scheme or it’s form at all, it feels too much like a toy with its blue and red colours and blocky psycommu claws. While it’s 5-tube beam pods make for a good visual, I can’t really appreciate them because they’re just a box that shoots scattering beams. There’s no design or artistry to them like there is with funnels, those agile and adaptable little attack drones. Lastly, when it gets broken up the Tristan just sits there. I’m not saying I expected it to leap out and continue the fight, it just looked so very goofy that I couldn’t take it seriously as a weapon. Onto the actual Tristan then. The novel art does help it a little but……. It’s just so boring. It’s the NT-1 Alex repaired with parts that make it look more like the MK-II. Performance-wise, the Byarlant Isolde was probably better-performing than it. It looks very generic, especially when compared to other Gundam-type mobile suits. Part of it might be that it exists at a time when 4th-Gen MS are all the range, while it’s only a 2nd gen at best. But the way it’s presented as Birnam’s big trump card is just silly when it’s roughly two wars out of date. It almost got taken out immediately by the Zaku III custom and only survived because the pilot couldn’t pull the trigger. I guess it’s supposed to represent the Gundam’s legacy in the same way that the Zaku represents Char’s legacy? But it’s basically the only Gundam that neither Char or Amuro had anything to do with, so that line of thinking falls a bit flat. It’s just overall dull.

Oddly so, even, because despite it changing very little, I find that I prefer its predecessor, the Gundam NT-1 “Alex” considerably. Part of it might be the older style of design, the well-defined place that the Alex has - it’s a nice piece of Late-OYW design, being cutting-edge and (spec-wise) able to give pretty much anything of the same time period a run for it’s money in the right hands. It feels like something between the RX-78 and the Gundam Development Project (Gp01, etc) and I like how elegant it feels, without losing any of that all-important weight. It feels like a space-specialist Gundam, counterbalancing the Gundam Ground Types from 08th MS team, with its extra ambac thrusters, compact and powerful backpack and general blue colourscheme. It’s well-used, since it shows the Federation moving to capitalise on their strengths and how desperate Zeon is at that stage of the war to stop things getting any worse. It also further demonstrates the massive power disparity between a Gundam and many of Zeon’s mobile suits, only being destroyed through great sacrifice and luck. That might just be it, the Tristan has too many recycled elements for me to look at it as it’s own thing, and it’s missing all those finer details from the Alex, so it just looks lesser by comparison. It’s little more than a charismatic grunt, compared to the absolute terrifying monster that was the Alex.

#gundam #ramblings #Gundam Twilight Axis #Gundam Twilight Axis Red Blur #Gundam Tristan #Byarlant #Byarlant Isolde #Zaku III #Zaku III Custom #Gundam NT-1 Alex #Kurwenal #Jegan #Ahava Azieru #Flanagan Institute #Arlette Almage #Mehmet Merca #Danton Hyleg #long post

[antarctite]

The Quarry and How It Handles Jacob, Nick, and Travis

Here’s a “writing a likeable character that does bad things” spectrum with Jacob, Nick, and Travis because i once again have to reiterate that the writing in this game upsets me but i’m too passionate about these characters to leave it alone (really, i love these guys, keep that in mind.) As i will be describing, the writers attempted to make all three characters have a list of gross actions and still be enjoyable, but i have many qualms with how they approached Nick and Travis’ writing in comparison to Jacob’s. Jacob is written pretty well imo. When interacting with other counselors, he tries his best to be entertaining and friendly (similar to how emma also values being entertaining to her peers and youtube audience.) He does silly things like sing and dance to the butterpops theme or use the “beerdar”, is supportive of his friends (such as cheering when Ryan and Dylan kiss or encouraging Nick to get with Abi,) and wants to be helpful/heroic for the others (more on that later.)

 On the other end, he breaks down the car just so he has another chance with emma, leading to most of the events in the game, and generally does irrational things or is needlessly harsh to others when he’s agitated. His positive and negative traits are established in the first few chapters (keep this is mind for Nick and Travis’ analysis’.)

 Later in the game, when confessing to Emma about his sabotage of the van, or during his werewolf transformation, his dialogue makes it clear that he is afraid of worthlessness and being abandoned. In the “bitter” confession dialogue, he claims that Emma views him as a loser. In “remorseful” he states he wanted to spend his time with Emma like they did before the breakup, contrast to Emma stating she still loved him but didn’t want anything more than a summer fling, showing their differences in how they view/deal with attachment (also seen in the campfire and skipping stones scenes, she doesn’t view relationships with as much importance as he does.) In his transformation, Jacob says “stupid boy, summer’s over and you’re nothing, she doesn’t want you, nobody wants you” to himself. Again, he puts a lot of worth into his relationships and being wanted. Hell, for a lot of the game he’s trying to prove his value, like trying to be heroic (running to save Abi and Emma,) the shooting range scene, and his insistence on being a party person (getting the fireworks, being rude to Ryan for not wanting to party, willingly stripping to jump over a fire pit naked, etc.)

He’s insecure, and you see so much of him trying to be on people’s good sides and prove he’s not boring or worthless that it feels awful to hear his werewolf dialogue. He’s a better version of what nick’s writing tried to be.

Nick should have been similar to Jacob, in that he should’ve had his traits *actually* established. The Nick we have in-game doesn’t have much of a character outside of his relationship with Abi and becoming a werewolf. He’s almost a watered-down version of Jacob in that he has the same issue (trying to be a Cool Guy Ladies Love while having insecurities that are explicitly revealed when becoming werewolves) but compared to Jacob, Nick does not get the proper amount of characterization.

i do think the idea that Nick hates women and is an abuser is false and stems from his character not being allowed to be anything more than Abi’s romantic interest. If Nick actually hated women, he would probably have some nasty things to say when Abi corrects him on his pedantic dialogue options. But he doesn’t, he accepts and even likes that Abi knows more than him (not to say misogynistic ppl can’t find intelligence in women attractive, just that the writers of this game would probably make the choice to make him more insulted if he was actually intended to be a misogynist.) We know it isn’t just him trying to suck up to Abi, because in a one-on-one conversation with Jacob, he mentions that part of what he enjoyed when he spent time with Abi was how smart she was.

However, without it being established beforehand what Nick’s insecurities are, his bitter dialogue when infected does make it seem like he’s actually an abusive douchebag. We only really know that Nick’s weakness is opening up to people because of his informational blurb all the characters get, which states “his fatal flaw is an unwillingness to drop his stoic guard and let people in.” With this in mind, his insistence when he’s infected that Abi doesn’t like him back and his attraction becoming hunger is the werewolf-ified version of his struggle to let his guard down and express his emotions. It would’ve been great if we knew that he had these issues! He doesn’t need the same amount of dialogue as Jacob, Nick is a narrative tool for things to get rolling in the story, but some lines that made his worry about how Abi or just anyone perceived him would’ve been better!

Btw, Nick kissing Emma at the firepit isn’t exactly a flaw of his though, because while it was a stupid move and the whole idea was petty, it is an example of how he and Emma have different views on attachment and relationships compared to Abi and Jacob. Nick and Emma don’t have to view kisses like Abi and Jacob do, especially since Abi and Nick have never even discussed their boundaries as they aren’t even together at that point. As Nick said, he just wanted to help Emma make Jacob jealous anyway, and it’s nice that he would admit to Abi that he just saw it as being helpful rather than shying away from saying how he feels at all (look, a kind of good Nick moment!) other positive things about Nick include his genuine interest in Abi’s art and her smarts (as mentioned before.)

His positive traits don’t need to be as obvious as Jacob’s, because he is mostly in the game as a narrative tool for werewolf shenanigans and the reasons for his flaws are what should be focused on. All in all, Nick just needs a little more dialogue that makes his werewolf attitude less gross.

Travis. oooh boy, Travis. i already made a little rant about how his grey-area characterization is moot when the game allows his racist attitude to go undisputed and even supports his ideas. This is my problem with him.

ill get what i thought was good writing out of the way. Travis is a great, interesting character who is very complicated. You’ve probably heard it a million times before. He’s a family man who does his damnedest to protect them, doing illegal things in his efforts to cure them of lycanthropy and keep them out of jail, even with how mistreated he is by them (specifically the abuse he faces by his mother.) Yet, he also relies a lot on Laura, which i also mentioned the dynamic of in this post. i won’t get too into detail here about them because of that and other great posts about them like this one, so we can focus on the big issue.

If you want a character that does bad things and is meant to be redeemed of their actions, or at least the reasons for doing those things and the good qualities outweigh the bad actions, do not let them have a horrible view that is never contested and resolved. Why is Travis allowed to say anti-romani slurs and that not ever be addressed?

As i mentioned in the little rant, his mother also has anti-romani views and this could be why Travis (and the other Hacketts) share the same ideas. Unless the writers just hate romani people (which yknow what, they probably do,) this story should not have been about how the Hacketts want revenge against some “terrible g*psy witch and her feral boy.” It should’ve been about a misinformed family making a terrible mistake (starting the fire,) and looking for undeserved revenge, only for Travis to learn he was in the wrong. Travis already has his little arc about trusting Laura with curing everyone’s lycanthropy over saving his family, why couldn’t he have learned the error of his views on the Vorez’s? 

#the quarry #jacob custos #nick furcillo #travis hackett #ant's quarry #<rewrite tag #sorry if this wasn't formatted properly im no writer #anyway the quarry belongs to me and ppl i follow no more supermassive games writers <33 /hj

[bracedfangirl]

I'm not sure if I should post this, but I feel like this doesn't get addressed very often in this fandom... So yeah rant about season 5 ahead

Honestly I loved S5. It's my favorite season. And I feel like it was absolutely revolutionary for Ninjago.

First, let's discuss the reasons why:

This is the first ninjago season that has a truly dark theme, and is the first time the villain is stronger than the ninja and is also life threatening.

Now Morro is not an original villain at his core. He is heavily based on Tai Lung from Kung fu panda. But. He's also very very different from Tai Lung in many ways, and his overall story is even more different.

Tai Lung wants power, and to be considered the prophesized hero by his master and the way he wants to do that is by defeating the actual hero in a fair duel. (This is proven in the bridge scene that became a meme).

Morro is very far from that. He wants the title, but not because it grants him any extra power (we know Lloyd's powers are hereditary and not based on the green gi). It's technically just a sidequest for him since the main goal is to free his master and conquer all realms. He wants to get it just so he can rub it in the face of both Wu and destiny that he was always strong enough for it.

And this approach is presented in the way he handles meeting the rightful holder of the title he wants. He doesn't even offer Lloyd the chance of a fair fight, and decides to assert his dominance through something that is a combination of the worst humiliation and mental and physical torture.

He's far more threatening than Tai Lung because his motivation isn't to gain ultimate power no matter the cost. His motivation is not even revealed till the middle of the season, and once it is he becomes even more threatening because we learn that he only needs Lloyd to find the tomb, which paired with the fact that he wants Lloyd's title means that he most likely plans to kill Lloyd the moment he gets his hands on the crystal and doesn't need him anymore.

And the only reason you genuinely believe that he plans to kill Lloyd once he's achieved his goal is just the way he acts, and perhaps how the ninja handle him. He never explicitly expresses this, and this is a kid's show, the villain can't murder the hero. But you can just feel that yeah, this guy can and will kill the protagonist if he wins.

And Morro's the first time in Ninjago that a villain has this vibe and aura.

He inherits the "stronger than our heroes" attribute from Tai Lung, but there's another crucial difference from him even in that department...

Because the ninja never actually defeat Morro in a final fight of some kind. Lloyd doesn't kick his ass in a grand last duel, like how Po wipes the floor with Tai Lung at the end of the movie. In fact Lloyd technically loses both of the kinda fair duels he has with Morro in ep 53 and 54. Morro remains the stronger than the heroes villain.

That was so well hidden that I didn't realize it until fairly recently. And I've seen this season many many times.

And honestly I have a very hard time explaining just how big of an impact that had on 10 year old me. That scene where he threatens to kill Lloyd if he doesn't get the realm crystal was the first time a threat like that from a villain felt genuine and real for me. He didn't say or do anything to get that extra effect in that scene, it's what he does in the season earlier and what he's implied to have done off screen that makes his threat believable.

Now let's talk about the not so great parts of season 5. I'm not gonna mention the cloud kingdom mess, cause honestly it was not that horrible.

This was the perfect opportunity for ninjago to be a bit more mature and show a bit more mature stuff. Everything happening on screen implies that what's happening off screen is even darker and more interesting... But that's just it... Almost all of the dark and mature stuff happens off screen and is only hinted at.

The season is titled possession, and all of the promo material suggests this is a Lloyd season but... We get to know very little about the mechanics of ghosts and possession, and the show never actually addressed Lloyd's side of this story. Not just in this season... What happened with Lloyd between ep 46 and 52 is literally never mentioned again, even though the way he looks when he's rescued implies that Morro's done some bad traumatising stuff to him.

What's the point of a mature theme and implied two side story when nothing mature is shown and one of the sides of the story are never explored?

I'm especially mad about this because S8 and S9 (and technically S12 and S13 because of the Harumi references) shows that ninjago can get dark and do a personal traumatising villain with Lloyd, that ninjago can actually juggle two different storylines and locations in the same season and that it works and is loved by fans. Ninjago literally does the same things they should've done with S5 and it works! Lloyd's Harumi related trauma is addressed at least to some degree, and we are even exactly shown what causes Lloyd to have trauma related to her.

Like if they could do this, why didn't they in S5? Dotd also had the perfect opportunity to address what happened between Lloyd and Morro and they willingly ignored it, and that was in 2017. By then they were already planning to do the Harumi thing, so the change in mentality to the mature and dark stuff in ninjago had already happened... So yeah? Where the hell is Lloyd's side of S5? Where's his Morro and ghost related trauma?

They made Cole a ghost in S5. And I'm gonna be perfectly honest here, turning Cole into a ghost was completely pointless because they didn't address how Cole feels about being the same thing that's probably causing permanent damage to his friend at the moment nor how Lloyd might have a hard time adjusting to Cole being a ghost after he just had his body stolen from him by one. Like? What's the point of Cole being a ghost? It doesn't really have any plot relevance, he doesn't do much with his abilities that actively help the team win, nor is he hindered by it in any meaningful way...

And now comes the part I'm the most upset about, and that is the way Wu handled the events of this season.

Even though Tai Lung is much less evil and threatening than Morro, his place in his movie worked better. Why? Because Shifu actively admits that he was wrong putting the idea that Tai Lung could be the dragon warrior in his head and then rigorously training him to achieve that goal. And then Shifu apologizes. And for a split second Tai Lung was actually touched by it too.

Wu on the other hand doesn't seem to take any responsibility for the way Morro turned out. He does try to save Morro in the end, but never tells him he screwed up with that prophecy and never apologizes to him.

And it's even worse because Wu's context is different. Tai Lung beat up Shifu's students and then wanted to beat up Po as well, who is Shifu's newest pupil who he's the least attatched to. But his revenge is still mostly centered around Shifu.

Morro kidnapped and possessed Wu's nephew. Morro doesn't target Wu at all, doesn't want to take out his anger on him or punish him for denying him his destiny. He takes his anger out on Wu's best student, without knowing he's Wu's nephew at first. Morro didn't target Lloyd because he was someone Wu cared about, Lloyd was his target solely because of his title.

And Wu doesn't really seem concerned at all. He doesn't share that anxiety about Lloyd being in mortal peril with the ninja. His nephew is being tortured by his adopted son and Wu doesn't seem like he's that worried about it... And just like how he never apologizes to Morro, he never apologizes to Lloyd either, for allowing a past mistake he made to permanently damage his nephew.

And this last part is what gets me furious. Because in S11 when Aspheera appears and takes Kai's powers, Wu is very remorseful about it. He apologizes to Kai for allowing his past mistake to hurt him.

He apologizes for his foe from 1000 years ago taking his student's powers, but not for a person he fucking raised permanently scarring and almost killing his nephew. Like yeah I get that these were two different eras with two different writers but c'mon, that inconsistency is pretty harmful to Wu's character and just makes him look like a horrible person and family member.

So yeah I'm really salty that all the dark, mature and fun stuff in S5 was left out, when later on it became clear that this sorta vibe does work with ninjago pretty well...

This was a really long rant and I'm sorry, but if anyone had the patience to read through it, and agrees with me it was worth it. If you happened to agree, and feel like it, feel free to tag me in discussions, or send me an ask!

#ninjago #ninjago s5 #rant #ninjago rant #yeah this ended up as a really long analysis #but whatever i needed to say this #ive never seen anyone point this out sooo

[ihatelettuce]

Ok ok I know I said I wouldn’t elaborate unless explicitly asked to but idc I lied 😋 !!!

Birthday Surprise

Zeke Jaeger x Reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns

There’s not much plot but I had to get this out of my dumb silly little system, so here you go <3 I hope you guys enjoy!

Contents:

WC: 3,518

Smut, Food Play, Zeke being a fool (whom I love dearly), oral (m + mention of f), Unprotected Vaginal, Creampie, B00ty Eating, Zeke is kinda rough, Name Calling, Choking, Some Spanking, Everything in this fic is 100% consentual no dub/noncon, Slight Fluff (?), MDNI

If I missed anything please let me know!

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You’ve been a workaholic for as long as you could possibly remember. Attending after school and taking any extra classes available despite being at the top of all of your school’s honor-roll every single year up until you graduated high school; you never missed a single day and to this day hold the records of the highest regents exams scores that your high school so proudly shows off.

That full room and board scholarship that was given to you was taken graciously, and you worked your ass off getting through college, very proudly being one of your college’s highest prospects; earning a prized internship at the country’s fastest growing, highly influential business corporation, Warriors Inc. First impressions always matter, your enchanting appearance accompanied by your exuberant personality and diligent work ethic landing you an official position at the end of your internship. Your position in your career was solidified, you were on a clear highway towards success and life only seemed to be getting better. Because it was.

Your job was a godsend to you in many ways, much of them you were anticipating, but it granted you a gift that you would’ve never in your life have seen coming.

Zeke Jaeger.

He was your internship supervisor, and at the beginning of your abrupt work relationship, he was a bit of a, what’s the word, asshole. It’s not that you disliked him, quite the contrary, actually. You found him to be intriguing, a bit of a mystery that you wanted to dive a little deeper into.

Socializing wasn’t much of a difficulty to you, so you were delighted to approach him. The only problem was that he was very distant and spoke enthusiastically in sarcasm. You were relentless, determined to make your time with your fellow employee a joyful one, and eventually, like everything else you set your mind to in your life, you succeeded. What you weren’t expecting was for him to take it to the next level.

Nevertheless here you were, 2 years into your relationship with him and happier than you could’ve imagined yourself to be.

Zeke was, unconventional, to say the least. He had the driest sense of humor you thought you’ve ever seen, and he had a mass of odd interests and habits that he displayed with no ounces of shame. He was confident in himself and proud, even. While most people would’ve found him arrogant or aggravating to some degree (which you understand and agree with to an extent), you found him to be self-sufficient, self-aware, and in tune with himself. Nothing was more attractive to you than those qualities that he possessed.

You soon found yourself in a comfortable routine of occasionally seeing him at work and eventually meeting him at home once you two decided to take your relationship to that next level, and it was what you looked forward to most on your tiring days.

Today in particular was a hard one. You woke up achy and exhausted, rushed to work where you were bombarded and overloaded with work and were suffocated by your coworkers and family and friends (through your phone, of course). The day felt excruciatingly long, even more so considering your doting boyfriend was at home due to his day off. You wanted nothing more than to just come home and relax in his arms in a bath, ordering your favorite for take out and then finally drifting to sleep in that blessed California king bed that Zeke insisted on buying once you two moved into your brand new condo.

The hallways were deafeningly silent as you twisted the keys to the front door of your spacious condo. This in and of itself wasn’t unusual, but the opaque darkness and hollow echoes of your home most definitely was.

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Zeke, are you home?”

Silence, still.

You never received any indication that he wouldn’t be home for any reason, that wasn’t very like him. The frown on your face adorned itself on its own, and your melancholy for his absence was strong.

With a heavy sigh, you made strides to your shared bedroom nonetheless, ready to sink into your home even if he wasn’t there. You missed him, but it wouldn’t help you in any way to discomfort your body anymore than it already was. You had a shower to get through before you could hit the hay.

The oddities of the day were quickly counting up, with there being an obvious glint of light shining beneath your bedroom door. It was a waste of the utility to leave the lights on if no one was home, so now you were suspicious and slightly angry.

“This stupid bitch” you quietly muttered under your breath, sucking your teeth and internally preparing the lecture you were gonna give him in your head. He has the nerve to not be home on the day you wanted to see him the most AND he’s wasting the light bill?

Your hand finally reaches the knob, turning it quickly, and absolutely nothing could prepare you for the sight you were just about to see.

“Happy Birthday, doll”

There he lied in all his glory, fully naked with a mass of candles encircling your enormous bed and rose petals adorning the entirety of the room.

This normally would’ve been a romance cliche, but Zeke couldn’t let it be normal, no, that wasn’t his style at all.

Your eyes roamed around every wall, cans of Reddi-Wip littered across your nightstand. What the fuck is he doing?

“I’m just getting your cake ready love, I know how much you love whipped cream”.

It’s as if you spoke out loud, his answer leaving his lips like a chirp.

“Zeke what is all of this, why are you covered in whipped cream?”.

And he was, his glasses were carefully placed on the nightstand away from the mess of cans and cream.

Zeke was by all accounts, a very attractive man. He was sprawled out on the bed, nipples soaking up the whipped cream that he generously applied on the top. The cream was spread all the way down from his chest, along through his happy trail, all the way until it reached the head of his thick, long cock. His tip, bright and pink, was left clean.

He was laying on his side, and you could evidently see some cream reaching the underside of his ass cheeks.

“What, don’t act like you’re not interested, you clearly don’t remember all of the shit you stutter out when you’re drunk off your ass. Are you gonna just stand there and stare at me the whole night?”

Now you realize that this is probably somehow your fault, some silly idiocy that escaped like word vomit on a drunken night where your mouth spoke whatever thought flew by.

His eyes leered over you, dick in hand as he started to slowly pump, cream spreading with every stroke and dick quickly getting harder and harder. It made you realize that whatever the cause of this was didn’t matter. It was happening, and it was happening now. The rest was instantaneous, your hands quick to remove the layers that were sheltering your body from the outside.

You rushed your way over to where he lay on the center of the bed, feverishly getting on the bed, both of you now naked and his dick fully erect upon the sight.

“My god sweets, I’ve been waiting for this all d-”, you were suckling on his nipples before he could finish. Mouth shifting between the left and the right as if you were entranced. You were hungry, you wanted dinner, and if he was going to be your dinner tonight, you were going to eat.

The cream was long gone before you could truly even taste it, enamored with how good it felt to be suckling on him rather than the other way around.

Zeke was holding back any and every groan or moan that threatened to escape his throat. You could tell that he was enjoying this, peeking your eyes above to see his eyes closed and knowing that he was longing for more.

His large hand came up to entangle around the threads of your h/c locks, his grip yanking your head back, lips coming off of his right nub with a subtle pop.

“Such a hungry bitch today aren’t ya?” He could feel you writhe and greedily mutter out steady chants of “mhm”, measly attempting to nod your head in agreement.

“You are, yeah? Then it’s time to move on to your main course, don’t y’think?”

Without further discussion you were shoving your face back down onto him, licking and slurping up all of the whipped cream that trailed its way down his stomach. You stopped at the hilt of his throbbing eager cock, letting out a thirsty laugh before peppering tiny kisses on his thinner thigh. You were ready, taking no further moment before putting half of his impressive length past your lips.

You were keeling over the tiny mewl that he released at the feeling, your tongue glued on his shaft, licking up his balls right before you licked a long stripe at the underside of his member.

God Zeke loved you so much, your mouth so expertly sucked him in, happy to suffocate yourself just to deepthroat his entirety, bobbing your head up and down and taking steady breaths through your nose.

Your ministrations were perfect, subtle moans escaping every so often until it was becoming too much to bear, his hand holding your head all the way down while he shot loads down your throat.

The pubic hair on his pelvic area lightly tickled your nose as you took it all in. Your pussy throbbed violently against your core, slick arousal pooling near your touch-starved hole. You knew that you were getting close to losing it, you needed his dick inside of you, but not yet, you needed to taste more.

“Not done”

It almost came out as a whisper, and you were gleefully repeating yourself.

“‘M not done, wanna taste more”, hands aggressively gripping Zeke’s thighs, borderline leaving tiny marks as you hastily flipped him over. The mess of whipped cream was revealed on the bed, most of what previously adorned his cheeks now soaking in the sheets you were definitely going to change at the end of this session. His ass wasn’t fully cleaned yet, lathered in the remnants.

You could tell that he was actually quite nervous. Zeke liked to try to be a funny guy, and it wouldn’t come off as a surprise if he doused the cream all over his ass just to make some stupid joke about you eating his “cake” for dessert, a dumb birthday joke, but he didn’t think you’d take it literal.

It was meant as a joke, but you were ready to see if he actually did want his ass ate, even if it was a silent fantasy. Taboo or not, you couldn’t care less. You loved him, and if by any chance this was something he wanted, you were more than ready to do it for him.

You looked up to him, fully in position.

His face was turned towards yours, the brightest you’ve ever seen it before, and honestly? Right now, you’re proud of yourself for that.

“You really don’t have to, I would never make you do something like this”.

“Trust me, I know.”

No more words were needed. The air was cleared and you were prepared.

You got to work on his cheeks first, licking them completely clean of all of the cream, going as far as to even suckle little kisses and litter little marks sparsely all over the surface. Zeke was at a loss for words, at a loss for everything. It wasn’t much but even what you was giving him felt like so much. The stimulation to his ass was something he’s always secretly thought of, but never did he think that his girlfriend would happily introduce him to that entire new world.

A momentary pause to catch your breath was needed, and you took the time to examine his ass, an area of his body that you never previously took so much interest in.

He was fully shaven, giving your eyes all of the access it needed to his private. Maybe he was preparing himself for this afterall. As you spread his cheeks to the side, you could see his puckered asshole twitch in anticipation, finger involuntarily reaching to touch. You could hear Zeke shudder at the touch, and you weren’t a cruel being to finger his virgin ass with no sort of lube on it.

You couldn’t bear to tease him any longer, diving face first into his ass, slurping every available inch up and licking vicariously.

His ass was quick to get slippery, your tongue happily lapping beneath his crack. He tastes so good, his ass was so much better than you could’ve ever imagined. You wondered how you kept this treat away from yourself for so long, finding an entire new home in between his beautifully sculpted ass.

“Ah, FUCK, just like that baby”, he cooed over to you, the praise only adding fuel to the fire that was pitted deep in your abdomen.

Your tongue circled around his hole, making sure to lick kitten stripes up and down as you knead on his ass cheeks as if you were starved, his ass serving as your first meal in years. You couldn’t have asked for a better one.

As you slurped and popped on his ass, your left hand found purchase in his left cheek, gripping and occasionally spanking as you went to town on him. Watching it turn a lovely hue of pink was like a slice of heaven on earth. Your right hand sneakily snaked its way around his hip, squeezing on his balls that you personally thought weren’t tended to enough.

You gave a strong grip, pulling every now and then, earning you those succulent moans out of his salivating mouth.

You kept a strong pace up, fondling his balls while you licked all up on his ass and gooch, leaving no space unattended. Zeke was doing his best to keep his composure in place, already having came once and being sensitive enough to maybe even cum like this.

But once that hand came up to grab his leaking cock he couldn’t take it anymore,

“Oh god get the fuck up”

You didn’t listen, you were having so much fun afterall and he just tasted so good.

“I said to get. Up.”

Zeke didn’t wait any longer, detaching himself from you before he couldn’t help himself anymore. His hand left the headboard of the bed and easily wrapped around your throat instead, pushing you down the bed and spreading your legs wide open so that he could easily begin to fuck you.

“You’re such a nasty fucking bitch aren’t you? Eating my ass like it’s your last meal.”

Your face burned at his comment, fully taking in everything you’ve actually done tonight. The embarrassment didn’t matter, you were so fucking horny you couldn’t take it. You know that you’re not fully prepped, his intimidating length that always gave you that bone-chilling burn threatening to break you. But tonight, that’s exactly what you wanted. It’s what you needed.

His hand suddenly gripped your throat tighter, the air pleasantly being blocked from your lungs.

“You’re gonna ignore me now? You’re all fucked out without my dick even so much as touching you? Answer me slut”

“Y-yes daddy, yes! I’m your nasty bitch, your dirty slut, yours!”

Your desperate hole clenched around nothing as you intensely hoped for him to finally stick his dick in you.

He took a hand and slid a single stripe along your burning heat, revelling at the slobbery mess that existed by you just sucking his dick and eating his ass.

“So fucking wet, such a good little bitch”, as he spanked your puffy clit, electricity shooting through your entire body from just the slightest bit of attention to the deprived bud.

“Need you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me Zeke please”, you cried out, unable to hold out anymore.

“You need me to fuck you, yeah? I’ll fuck you then”.

Your mouth gaped with a silent scream as his cock burrowed through your walls, the tip easily slipping in with the mixture of your collected juices and his pre. He made sure to slip it in slow, dragging the stroke out until he finally filled you to the brim, a relieved sigh befalling both of your lips as he bottomed out.

Zeke’s eyes met yours for a moment, ensuring that you were comfortable and ready. He made sure not to hold back any longer as his hips withdrew his pulsating cock until just the tip remained, slamming his hips to yours with a swiftness. Your mouth fell agape once more, but this time with a genuine scream, one that you’ve been dying to let out.

The pace that he set was relentless, quick and hard, your needy cunt feeling every detail and vein of his cock along your aching walls. Squelching sounds were soon filling the room as his cock filled you, your pussy only getting wetter and wetter with every stroke that he gave, cockhead kissing your cervix ever so passionately everytime his hilt would meet your heat.

“God this pussy’s so good, can’t get enough of this tight little pussy I swear”,

Zeke’s head fell back as his hands hungrily settled into your sides, the pudge from your lower midsection and hips acting as a placeholder for them. Your moans were unrelenting, reverberrating throughout the room and bouncing off of the walls. Coupled with the sounds of his length hitting every spot in your spongey walls, it was a symphony to Zeke’s ears. If these walls weren’t worth the money your salaries paid for you were sure that your neighbors would be hearing every single sound.

He knew that he could make you feel even better, grabbing your legs and folding them over your head so that he could drill into you even deeper, as impossible as that seemed to feel before. With the shift of his hips you could feel his cock dragging along that sweet spot that always killed you, his tender pubic hairs brushing along your bundle of nerves so slightly that it was delectable.

His cock was abusing your pussy so deliciously that you couldn’t comprehend it, the waves of pleasure possessing your body. Zeke grabbed your face with a hand, interlocking your lips together as he thrusted into you. The kiss was delirious, tongues twisting together and his mouth housing your moans, muffling the sounds as your hands traveled up and down his body with your nails scratching fresh wounds onto his back with every long stroke that scratched that spot inside you.

You were getting too close to your climax to let anything get in its way now, grabbing his own throat with one hand while your nails sunk into his back.

“Right there! ‘M gonna cum, nghhh”

Zeke knew exactly what to do, keeping the exact pace he had going steady and letting his hand quickly travel to your clit, rubbing tentative shapes that your body heeded to with ease. This action alone would’ve sent you over the edge with how sensitive you felt, but doubled with the collision of his massive member, you felt like you were going to pass out.

A few more strokes with your clit being so tenderly cared for, the dams broke and you finally came, drenching his dick in your juices, walls clamming down onto him as you spasmed beneath him.

Your pussy felt impossibly tight on his cock, driving him towards the edge where he carelessly spilled his seed deep inside of you.

He held you tightly as you both came down from your highs, dick throbbing slightly as it settled down inside of your full pussy. You eagerly brought his face up and aligned it with your own, showering him with kisses until your lips settled onto his.

“Thank you for the perfect end to my birthday”, you stated in content, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone.

“Did you really think that was it? Some dick isn’t enough for your special day, I have your gift wrapped up for you and an entire day planned tomorrow.”

He smiled against you as you perked up at his words, beyond grateful for him and excited for whatever it is that he had awaiting you.

Zeke suddenly leaned up, removing his body from yours and lowering his body to where he met your melting center. He watched as the cum slowly oozed out, scooping it up with his fingers,

“I never did say I was done, did I? It’s your birthday, you should be the one cumming more than once here”.

“Wait, wha-”

His face dove into your pussy without further ado, and you knew that you were in for a long night <3

Sorry if it’s not good or anything, I’m not that great at writing smut but I figured why not try anyways, y’know? Also I copy and pasted this from docs on my laptop so if there’s any mistakes blame Google 🙄 Love you all so much and I hope that your day is so very lovely!!!!

#attack on titan #attack on titan zeke #zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #zeke x reader #zeke x y/n #aot #whipped cream #birthday #freak lil bitch stuff #dirty things

[myfanfictiongarden]

So guys, what do we think of The Acolyte so far? The first trailer and official synopsis have just dropped and, well, idk, I’m kinda conflicted….

Official synopsis: “The Acolyte is set at the end of the Star Wars franchise's High Republic era, approximately 100 years before Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace (1999). It sees a respected Jedi Master investigating a series of crimes that bring him into conflict with a former Padawan learner and reveal sinister forces.”

Alright, so, not only will the story take place 100y before Phantom Menace during the time of the High Republic, but the show runners also said it`ll also have a Rashomoron style to it (article). Both this things sound incredibly awesome and just perfect for a tv series.

But then the creator Leslye Headland also said things like 'Well, where's the part that nobody's going, what about that?' And so to me, the institution of the Jedi was that. [..] So they trained children and that seems super complicated of a thing. It's not criticism. It's just like, 'well, that seemed strange.'

"And then it's like, 'Well, we're in this era of peace and nothing's wrong because we are in charge,' which is also a strange thing to say. And again, they might be correct, but I would assume that in the very, very vast galaxy, people would go, 'I don't agree with that'."

Challenging things that are just accepted in the Star Wars universe, and even things that fans have criticised looking in from the outside, was therefore her approach to The Acolyte.

"Why would this happen this way? Why did Qui-Gon make the decision that he made? How [did] Darth Sidious become chancellor without Yoda, one of the most powerful Jedi who ever lived, knowing about it? I think that those are questions that were just all still hanging out there. So that's where I think you start.” (Article)

EXCUSE ME??? Did she even watch the Prequels? Or The Last Jedi??? Sorry, but I have a hard time taking people serious that start with “I’m gonna do what no one did before, I’m gonna question everything that was because I think those good guys were freaks.”

Like, there is an in-universe reason why children before the age of 10 need to start their training- not to mention that it was normal in Medieval Europe to send away your children at that age too to begin education and it is still practice in Asia to send children to monasteries  before they are teenagers. 

Did everyone think the way of the Jedi was the only right way? No, plenty of all sorts of people living all sorts of life exist in-universe, the only thing that was probably everyone’s wish was living in peace and harmony. Ideals like compassion and love should not be virtues that are shun upon.

Were the Jedi perfect? Heck no, but no one claimed them to be so, and again episodes I-III & episode VIII explicitly tackle the bad but also the good of their Order.

It’s just… I’m probably just over-reacting, but I don’t want to see a story that tells me compassion & selflessness are blinding and limiting your “potentials”. Yes, I do enjoy stories where things are not black-and-white because life is complex, and still…. Idk

Hopefully, I’m getting upset over nothing.

We'll see.

#the arguments reminded me painfully on the writers for the new live-action Little Mermaid #they also said they needed to fix things- things that weren't even there in the original #**sigh** #hopefully I`m getting upset over nothing #tv shows #star wars

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Typing 1

So, not too long ago, I tried typing my friend I’ve known for a bit in the #typings feed, but I had to stop prematurely because, 1: I didn’t describe him as well I wanted and 2: it would’ve taken too long to do. That’s why I’m doing this post.

What I’m going to do is describe him and analyze him based on E/I (S/N and that stuff) his functions, temperament, etc.

EXTRAVERT/INTROVERT

As for whether Jack is E or I, I would describe him as more I than E. While he can have moments of being extraverted, such as being the class clown, I wouldn’t say that is his most comfortable or normal position for him. He does enjoy being the center of attention, and likes being the clown, as it makes him feel seen. A lot of times, he says that he doesn’t feel seen, or he just no impact; and when he’s really down, he’ll say things around the line of: “if I die tomorrow, it wouldn’t matter. People would move on, and find someone who does my job better/is a better friend or person to be around. 

My judgment for him being introverted is a lot of his major decisions and major moves aren’t really from external events, sure the way they come from might be from outside him, but he’s the one who makes them. Plus, when he’s not the class clown, he’s pretty quiet and restrained. He’s also not the person to randomly approach others or be aggressive, or even bold. 

From what he says, he thinks that he isn’t “that type of person”, and he doesn’t have the power or image for it to work; and as for not approaching or being outwardly friendly, he says that he thinks he’d be annoying, and push people away. Which I don’t know, from what I’ve heard, he’s not really disliked, and while he does look unapproachable on the surface, he really isn’t and does wish someone would reach out to him. (He’s also pretty introverted in the fact that he doesn’t have too much of a social media presence. He has friends, but barely any in the grand scheme of things.) Quite a lot of times, he’ll worry about making someone annoyed or angry, and secretly worry about it. That might be where his restrain comes from.

SENSATION/INTUITION 

This was what I thought was the easiest to decide, and I still think it is, but it got comparably harder than I thought. I was originally going to say that he was S>N, but I’m not sure. I first thought of “gut” when I was doing this, and I don’t think he’s a “follow your gut” guy, a lot of times he follows his head, and when he does have a “gut feeling”, he’ll dismiss and go with his head (which has failed him many times, may I add.) 

Jack also doesn’t have many of those gut feelings that I just mentioned. Regardless, I would say he is heavily S>N, like S1-N4 heavy. He loves getting in “the moment” and has outright says he loves it. I think he likes it so much because he thinks it’s fun, and likes the rush of it, no need to think, he gets to be free, and any sort of doubt, fear, pressure are released from his mind, even for a few seconds. 

For why N<S, he doesn’t really think about the future all that much. I mean, he does but when he does he does, it isn’t very detailed, and is very simple in how he thinks about it. He’s also a firm believer of “when I get to it, I’ll get to it.” Abstract topics do interest him, but he doesn’t have the easiest time with abstraction. For example, when doing a task, he needs to have it explicitly stated, in detail, on what to do. No loose ends, or then he’ll get confused and be stuck and unsure of what to do. I once got annoyed because of this, and told him to just go with what he thought was right. He told me that what would happen if he was wrong, and that he didn’t want to mess up the task.

As for change, he didn’t really change all that much, (I’ve known him for a WHILE, and he is pretty much the same person as he once was.) As for why, I don’t know. I feel like if I ask him, he’ll say something like, “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t need to.” Jack is also the one to ask “why?” quite a lot, and look for the use of something. Something physical, something that he can actually interact with. 

I don’t know if this fits in with the S/N discussion, but he doesn’t seem to get some jokes, and out of nowhere, he’ll get an “aha!” moment where he finally gets it. It’s like he’s piecing the puzzle together in his head.

THINKING/FEELING

T/F was quite tricky for me to identify. I’ll list out notable characteristics I saw and come up with a conclusion at the end:

1. Jack is easy to get along with. He doesn’t cause trouble and isn’t necessarily hated from what I’ve seen. Sure, there are somethings that are disliked about him, but for the most part, he gets along with everyone. On the surface, it doesn’t seem like he gets irritated, but legit hates when people keep complaining or cause problems or not take responsibility. He’s the type to just do what he needs to. No complaints, no excuses, he’ll just do it.

2. Jack questions a lot. Some of the time he’ll make it obvious, but other times he’ll observe quietly, making a mental note of what’s happening without saying anything. He’s also told me on how he’ll look at something and wonder how it works, and why it works like that. However, he’s said that he doesn’t ask questions because it makes him look stupid or that he can figure it out on his own.

3. When there’s some sort of conflict, he usually responds in a loud, reactive tone. Which doesn’t really help with identifying with him being T. This is definitely F>T.  If he’s not involved in the conflict, he’s either being an instigator, uninvolved, or the peacemaker, the one who tries to keep things cool. He’s also not comfortable with being disliked and doesn’t like it all. When asked why, he said that he feels like there is something wrong with him, and doesn’t know why. He wants to fix the problem, and know why he’s disliked. 

(He did make the distinction that if the complaint was sound, then he would go with it, but if it was something that didn’t make sense, he wouldn’t care.)

4. For decision making, he usually takes time when doing so. When he doesn’t, it usually doesn’t end well. Say for example, if he’s being stressed, under pressure, or even if he is filled with emotions, good or bad, he’ll make an irrational decision. A recent example is him legitimately biting his earbud when it died, and now it doesn’t work. 🤡 it has a hefty dent in it now. Something to note however, is how when he makes a decision, he said that he’ll try to rationalize his decision if it doesn’t seem like it is. Due to this, I would lean closer to T than F, but I feel like that would be more F than T.

5. Romance wise, it’s… difficult. Last time I checked, he hasn’t had a romantic relationship, like ever. I think the reason why is because he never puts himself out there, and in his own words, he’s not “boyfriend material.” I translate that into, “ I’m scared to put myself out there, and risk my ego, pride, and other stuff and would rather stay alone than take that risk.” That’s pretty much his  biggest flaw, sure he’s sort of awkward when talking, but he’s alright.

PERCEIVING/JUDGING 

P vs J might be the hardest one to decide tbh. I’m leaning towards P more than J. He’s not too organized, and is prone to letting things spiral out of control before he puts his foot down and gets it back together, or someone tells him to do so. Jack is one to do what he needs to without telling him. Yet that’s only when he knows what to do. And he can easily be lazy and lethargic, working on his own terms rather than a specified schedule.

That manifests in his dislike and apathy for scheduling and controlled environments. He’s said that he learns and enjoys when he gets to learn on his own, and breaks things down into step-by-step instructions and gets to learn at his own pace.

What made me even more confident in Jack’s P-ness, is his difficulty with commitments. To him, commitments closes all his options and keeps him “trapped.” From what he said, the best way for him to succeed is to have the task at hand have some merit, (he wants it to matter to him) and for him to enjoy it. Enjoying the task makes him want to do it more, therefore getting it done faster, and wanting it to be right.

So: 

I>E

S>N

T>F

P>J

So Jack would be an ISTP from the letter standpoint.

TEMPERAMENT 

Choleric:  The least likeliest temperament for Jack. Jack does have a drive and wants to succeed, like everyone does but, it isn’t a major part of his personality. Any sort of choleric characteristics, such as being bold, decisive, quick thinking, forceful, and leadership are all things Jack is not, or at least far from.

Melancholic: Melancholic is most likely Jack’s temperament or at least his primary temperament. His worrisome nature, need for things to be right. The only thing that I don’t see is his carefree nature, which seems more Phlegmatic or Sanguine. His carefree nature might be a facade, something he does so he can move forward or something that lets him skip the problem of arguing.

Sanguine: What I originally thought Jack was, and if I’m going off of my typing from before, then he would be secondary Sanguine. His class clown exterior, wit (which I haven’t mentioned until now) and lively attitude could make him seem like he’s Sanguine on the outside.

Phlegmatic: Possible, on one hand, Jack is peaceful, diplomatic, etc. However, Jack can be emotionally reactive, and his worrisome nature doesn’t fit for a dominant Phlegmatic. For a secondary phlegmatic, he also doesn’t have any of the characteristics of a person that would be that.

Verdict: Jack is a Mel/Sang

I’m probably wrong, but still, I’d like to hear your opinion!

[realcube]

OVERHEARING SOMEONE TALK ABOUT THEIR S/O

characters ♡ baji, mikey & mitsuya

tw ♡ insults (in reference to the reader), violence & robbery 

KEISUKE BAJI 

♡ baji never mentioned that he was dating you to anyone in toman

♡ in fact, he hoped that none of them even knew about your existence, because that would only lead to trouble; and he was correct

♡ he was simply taking a puff on his stationary motorcycle, when members of the division started to filter into the parking lot that he was currently trying to relax in

♡ usually he’d try to ward off strangers so he could enjoy his time alone but he knew these guys from toman, so he allowed them to stay as long as they’d keep their voices down and not bother him

♡ most of his attention was on his own thoughts, but it was immediately redirected when he heard your name brought up in their conversation

♡ only your last name, so he wasn’t even certain whether they were talking about you, but still his interest was piqued 

♡ “they are on shift friday night, the only one left at eleven,” one of the guys explained, gesturing to his bat with a wicked smirk, “we’ll break in then. i’ll drive getaway.”

♡ “what if they call someone? shouldn’t we wait until they’ve left?” another suggested but was quickly corrected.

♡ “once they lock up the security system activates and it’ll be impossible to get in without alerting the cops. so we may as well bust in, handle them, and then steal the bikes.” 

♡ baji cringed, since he was certain that they were talking about you —since you happen to work at a motorcycle shop on friday nights — he hated to think about what they meant by ‘handle’.

♡ “now stop askin’ stupid questions.” the same guy scoffed, twirling around his bat, “i used to work there, idiot, obviously i know what i’m doing.”

♡ the group of six all laughed at the one poor guy who asked the question, and baji did too

♡ he laughed at the irony behind how they were calling each other idiots, when they were all the ones talking about auto theft in broad daylight, and discussing doing unspeakable things to a person, when their boyfriend was standing in ear-shot with a bat and a motorcycle ready 

♡ he did give them the benefit of the doubt in the latter aspect though; how were they supposed to know that y’all were dating when you are never seen spending time with each other?

♡ baji suddenly felt bad; it dawned on him that perhaps he had been neglecting your relationship as of recently. of course, it wasn’t with poor intention, in fact he thought he was taking the moral course of action by avoiding a situation where you are harmed because of his ties with toman

♡ however, being in a gang was no excuse to be a bad boyfriend, he figured 

♡ for now, the least he could do was take care of these guys to save you the trouble 

♡ but perhaps that wasn’t his brightest idea, he realised as he stood amongst the dejected bodies scattered across the ground, “i know you are all alive, so consider this a warning.” baji chuckled at the grunt one produced as he kicked him aside to head back over to his motorcycle

♡ before he left the area, obviously he stole all the cash he could from those guys, which gave him enough to buy the thing he had been eyeing for you

♡ though it took him a while to get his hands on it, it left him with the perfect opportunity to give it to you 

♡ “oi, open up!” baji hollered as he pounded on your door; if baji wasn’t such a bruiser, you would’ve thought he was dying 

♡ “what!?” you hissed, throwing the door open to reveal your frantic state.

♡ you were half angry at how loud he was being, and the other half at how he has been ignoring you for the past two weeks and finally decides to show up just as you were about to leave for work, in fact, you were running late for your night shift

♡ “no need to rush.” baji said, an odd sense of sincerity in his voice as he motioned for you to stop putting your shoes on, “you’re not going to work today.”

♡ you simply laughed, ignoring him and gathering your stuff to leave, “and why is that?”

♡ “well,” baji started, rubbing his chin for effect, “these guys from toman plan on robbing the place tonight. i did give them a warning, but they might still do it. and you know i just want you to be safe.” he said with a mischievous grin, as you both knew there was no way your shop was getting robbed tonight, unless the dudes wanted to try it with both arms broken 

♡ “so did you just come here to tell me that, or is there something else?” although you tried to hide it, baji could tell by your subtle flustered expression that you were thankful

♡ “i found this.” he lied, cupping your hand to lift it and drop in a gold bracelet, “one of the guys had it on him.”

♡ you gasped, taking the bracelet to examine the fine details, and noticed how it had a small crystal heart attached, “yeah, i’m sure a member of toman just so happened to be wearing a charm bracelet.”

♡ “i never said he was wearing it!” baji spat, swiftly snatching it from your hand and holding it above his head, “i can pawn it if you don’t want it.” 

♡ “i like it, though!” you said, reaching up for it, only for him to grab your wrist and put it on you 

♡ “then forgive me for not hanging with you.” he muttered, angrily clipping the bracelet through furrowed brows, while you leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead 

♡ “it’s fine. i forgive you.” you couldn’t help but snicker at his word choice of ‘hanging out’, which resulted in you getting a swift flick to the forehead

♡ but before you could whine, he quickly followed it up with a kiss <33

MIKEY 

♡ one day he was visiting mizo to find takemichi and he happened to walk passed a group of guys talking about how one of them planned on asking out a person from a different school 

♡ at first he didn’t pay much attention since it was none of his business after all, until he heard that the person’s name and description just so happened to match yours 

♡ so like any good boyfriend would, he halted and told draken to grab takemichi while he listened in 

♡ as he gained more insight into the situation, he learned that the person happened to go to the same academy as you and had the same bus schedule too 

♡ it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the person they were talking about was you 

♡ as it turns out, the guy who planned on asking you out had your bus times memorised so if he was able to run fast enough, he would be able to reach your stop before you got on the bus, which is when he will ask you out

♡ or at least, that is what he hoped would happen if everything went smoothly and there was no unexpected interference from a group of delinquents

♡ mikey had many options on how to deal with this situation

♡ he could ask you to take a different bus, he could do nothing (because he trusted that you’d reject the guy either way) or he could beat them up right now to save himself the hassle later

♡ however, he decided to go with a more peaceful approach 

♡ he continued eaves-dropping until everyone besides the lover boy had left, so he could have an amicable one-on-one conversation with him — definitely no threats involved — and advise the guy to stay in his fucking lane and never go near you ever again, kindly. 

♡ when the day of the proposal arrived, mikey paid you a surprise visit after school and offered to walk you to the bus-stop; not because he was afraid that the dude might confess, but rather since he had booked you both tickets to the movies!

♡ but once you both arrive at the stop, you were greeted by the guy standing there holding a measly bouquet of flowers, looking quite taken back by the fact you were with someone else; even though mikey had done him the courtesy of explicitly telling him to back off 

♡ though he must’ve not got message despite the hand-holding, and he obviously didn’t recognise mikey, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have continued to confess, albeit with quivering limbs and a black eye

♡ but before he could even stutter out a greeting, mikey hissed at him, “what the are you doing?” yet the guy only replied with a shrug

♡ upon observing the interaction, your eyes widen as you turned to look at mikey, “do you know him?”

♡ “never seen him before in my life, dear.” he smiled sweetly, but it was ineffective; you already knew he was lying as soon as he called you ‘dear’. 

♡ “(y/n)!” the guy yelled, trying to catch your attention, but only shaking even more as your gaze fell on him, “i was going to ask you, if—”

♡ mikey let out an exaggerated yawn, widely outstretching his arms to distract both of you, “this has been fun, but we’re running late for the movie.” 

♡ “but i’m not fin—” the poor boy was once again interrupted by mikey waving him goodbye, grabbing your hand and swiftly guiding you around him, back on the route to the cinema

♡ before he even got the chance to cry another plea, you had both already disappeared around the corner 

♡ once mikey had dragged you both far enough away from the bus-stop, you began your interrogation, “seriously, who was that? and what was he trying to say? did you give him the black eye?” you had to stop to take a deep breath, “also, you said the movie would start in the evening!”

♡ mikey brought your hand up —which he had a tight grip on — and kissed the back of it gently, “my bad,” he chuckled slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “i forgot to mention him. i met him a few days ago and he was planning to ask you out so i politely informed him that you were taken.”

♡ “for some reason, i don’t believe that last part.”

♡ he snickered, “and yeah, the movie starts in the evening so we’re not running late. but he wasn’t taking the hint!” he whined while clinging to your arm, as if you were going to run away from him at any second, “forgive me?”

♡ “sure, whatever.” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you watched his expression light up, “but next time, mind your own business! i could’ve just said no, instead of you beating him up, or whatever you did.”

♡ “noted.”

MITSUYA TAKASHI

♡ during his time as the second division leader of toman, he’s overheard all kinds of stuff that he probably wasn’t supposed to; awkward small talk, plans to commit felonies, deep conversations, weed brownie recipes, discussions about health issues — the list goes on forever!

 ♡ however, one topic he has never heard any one ever have the audacity to speak about (within a ten mile radius of him), is you. even though, your relationship was public to toman. 

♡ your name was often kept out of people’s mouth since you rarely interacted with any of the gang members when you visited, hence they didn’t really have anything bad (or good) to say about you. none of them knew you besides the title ‘boss’ partner’. 

♡ so, that’s why mitsuya had to do a double take when he heard someone in his division mutter to the guy beside him, “why does his friend keep visitin’? it’s annoying. plus, they just sit and don’t talk to anyone besides ‘im. they must think they’re better than us or something.” right after mitsuya mentioned that you were visiting toman.

♡ he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; did that guy really think that he was being sly and quiet? by the look on his face, he seemed pretty self-assured. 

♡ “um, i heard you, idiot.” he hissed, pinching his nose and shaking his head as he watched the knucklehead stare at him dumbfounded, as if the whole room hadn’t heard him too.

♡ “don’t say shit like that. they don’t think they’re better than anyone.” he scorned, balling his fist and almost twitching with anger, fighting the urge to pummel that guy for the sake of his own reputation in toman

♡ and that impulse almost immediately dissipated as soon as you entered the room; his hand loosened and opened to cup your cheek

♡ he was as sweet as can be for the rest of the night, of course, and he still managed to send that dude daggers whenever he got the chance. 

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[manekicatwriter]

hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where they’re around 17-19, and they’ve got depression. they’ve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now they’re coming home and they’re all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that they’re loved and they belong there? i’m sorry if that’s an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. it’s totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you aren’t comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3

you’re here, and that’s what matters.

TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.

hey! i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.

note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!

Phil:

- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.

- he visited whenever he could. if he couldn’t, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.

- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.

- “You don’t have to tell me why you did it, I’m just glad you’re here,” pulling you in for a warm hug.

- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.

It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” your voice started to crack. “For making you guys worry about me.” Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.

Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “We don’t blame you. We don’t blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.” He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.

Tommy:

- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down that’s a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.

- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, he’ll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.

- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but he’s afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice he’s being quieter than usual and you don’t care, you tell him you don’t.

- if you’re feeling it, he’ll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing that’s too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.

It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easily…

…

Until you bedroom door opens you’re being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but they’re persistent.

“Ey, wake up, it’s morning!” Tommy shakes you again.

You realize you didn’t dream, but think nothing of it. “Tommy please, what do you want.”

Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. “I wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!”

You sighed. If you didn’t comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommy’s cheers.

You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasn’t unbearable to walk to. Even if you weren’t completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.

After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didn’t seem too pleased.

You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. “Hey.” You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.

“Can we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“When Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.” He let out a sad huff. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He sighed.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Tommy…” You started, “I’m sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to feel like that because of my actions.”

Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, “No, please don’t apologize. It’s not anybody’s fault this happened, right?” You nodded.

Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. “Come on now, let’s go get some ice cream!” He pulled you up from the ground.

“Last one to get to the shop has to pay!”

Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.

Wilbur:

- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]

- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most “protective older brother” energy, yeah?

- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.

- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didn’t spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings

- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.

- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from… whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“Mmm, I love some good ol’ pasta.” He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. “Also, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?”

You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. “Build..?” You had no idea where this was going.

Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? “Wilbur, how much was that?”

He blinked at you innocently. “It was only, like, £25. And look! It’s got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monster—“

“But why?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t hurt for you to do something new, yeah?” He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. “Alright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.” Wilbur nodded.

“Speaking of water, don’t you think I could teach you how to swim or something?”

“Oh, fuck off with that!”

Technoblade:

- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.

- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.

- techno’s generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.

- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didn’t really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.

- he didn’t explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.

- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and you’re always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.

With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. “Can I come in?”

You rose from your bed. “Come in. Oh hey Techno.”

He gave a simple wave and his signature “Halloo.” He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. “I got this. For you.” His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.

“What for?”

“I dunno. Writin’ your feelings down or drawin’ or somethin’. Whatever helps you vent.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh Techno, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. “You have two journals?”

Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. “Oh this? It’s for me. So we could do it together, I guess.”

You let out a happy hum. “That’s nice. Say, why don’t we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.”

Techno shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got more stationary too if you want.” He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.

hi hope u enjoyed reading as much as i did writing it. this format was new for me but very fun!

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